Friday, March 21, 2008

I'm like my mother more than I know

And that's a good thing. Kenz bought me some wonderful fabric in New York that I am using for this and she also got me the cutest little mini mug and little cup. I recognized it as the same thing my mom bought because she thought it was so cute--and my mom does not buy things just to buy things. It comes from a love of small cookware and dinnerware. I want to fill my kitchen with tiny iron cast pots, individual ramekins, mini cake pans...much to Jon's dismay. I have a couple other mini mugs that I love to use to eat ice cream or drink a steamer out of. It reminds me of the chapter in the Mrs. Piggle Wiggle book where the kids play with their food and so Mrs. Piggle Wiggle brings them smaller and smaller dishes until they are so weak from lack of food they want to eat normally. Except I just want to eat all my food from tiny dishes forever.

In fact, I am so obsessed with tiny things, that me and my old roommate Barb once had a mini party where we served mini hamburgers, mini apple pies that I spent forever making, mini ice cream cones, mini cupcakes, mini carrot sticks, mini grilled cheese sandwiches, mini brownies, and probably like 5 other things that I can't remember. I had so much fun making the food and we planned it for weeks. In the end, about 15 people came, and I felt a little dumb that other people didn't think miniature food was as cool as I thought it was. It was like I shared something special and people didn't care. I will be more careful with things I cherish in the future.


lorrie said...

you can share all your mini-dreams with me, Mals! I understand COMPLETELY!

Tiffany said...

how about a party where only mini people are invited?