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Happy Wednesday afternoon/evening, ladies and gents!
Aaaannnnnd a quick aside before we start. See that title, up there, the title of this here post? The latter part, not the beginning part; the beginning part’s relevant. However, the latter part? That’s the kind of headlining of posts I want to stop encountering, internet. I’ve been running into it a lot lately. The kind of titling that has nothing to do with the content of the post, and therefore makes your eyes bulge out a little because you really wanted to read what the headline said, but what you found was a picture of a woman knitting. So people on the internet who do that… stop it. Stop. Stop that.
Lovely afternoon/evening it’s shaping up to be, is it not? I must tell you that, to my delight, the beautiful bride from this wedding - remember, the one who made me want to be up in the gym, just workin’ on my fitness? – well, she was totally cool and on board with the wet dream sequence that I told her [and the world] I was planning around her white ruffled clutch, so, that’s good to know. Because you never know if someone’s going to be on board with it. Wet dreams are funny like that. Hehe. Ummmmmmmmm. Yup.
Moving on! Let’s just move on. As we so often have to do here, given my complete and unwavering submission to stream-of-consciousness blogging.
Okey dokey, today, I am attacking your collective facial unit with fringey, streamery, piñataey (piñaty? piñatish? piño? wait, piño is probably an actual word…?) party decor perfection. You’ve probably noticed I have sort of a *thing* for pinatas on the blog, since I’ve blogged rather excitedly within the posts that contain them in the past. Par examplaaaa:
The DIY ice cream cone piñata we kicked at you here…
The fortune cookie piñata situation we featured here, which had this to say:
They call that a “crystal silo.” It’s a piñata, by the way, but I’m all for making up creative names for things. If that wasn’t obvious.
WELL. There are sooooo many cool piñata projects and inspiration out there, and I would just DIE if you didn’t see it yourselves. So, join me, on this, a journey into the world of diy piñatas and various other fringey delights.
Journey’s about three minutes. Shouldn’t take more than three.
I LOOOOOVE this DIY from Jordan Ferney. She calls it “How to Make a Number Pinata,” but I call it “How to Blow My Mind Into Little Pieces, Not Unlike the Fate of a Pinata.”
And then she had to go ahead and feature a project called “DIY: Fringey Monogram.” I have other names for it, but you’re already pickin’ up what I’m puttin’ down here.
Man. How freaking GREAT are piñatas and streamers and related s**t. Hardly gets much better than any of this! I’m tellin’ ya! And yes, that installation is for a child’s birthday party. Did the ’2′ give it away? But obvs., the project’s highly versatile. Sometimes, I think I try to make things clearer than they need to be. Like explaining to you that you can adapt this project from a ’2′ into ‘something else’ that ‘isn’t a 2.’ I am making the sigh French today, my darlings…
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Anywaaaaaays. Are piñatas your jam, too? Or just fringey, streamery, ruffly things that look pretty? And would you be able to start attacking one with a stick, with it looking as gorgeous as those featured up above? I’d have some trouble. If you’re me, you’d definitely end up featuring it as an art installation in your living room. Forever.
OHHHH! 50 internet points if you can guess who is making their Bloggista debut on TKB tomorrow! Probably only a handful of you are aware of our very first Bloggista at the moment, so this competition is totally fixed.
xoxo! - Alison