So after all these cupcake glamourshot posts, I’ve decided its entirely too hard for me to make any sort of emotional connection with the actual cupcake itself.

Sure, I know I’ve made plenty of cupcakes in my life, I just cant pin a particular memory onto cupcakes and leave it at that. I love cupcakes, but I honestly cant think of a particular instance where the cupcake itself was a focus for me. For some reason, this seems to suck all the creative writing juices out of me, and I start writing things like “HAY YOU GUUUUUYZ!!”

This is what happens when you attempt to write something at 4am after watching scary movies and taking entirely too many photos of rainbow cupcakes-

I was born a few months before the end of 1981. Growing up in the eighties, I witnessed the dawning of all sorts of interesting fads and popular culture thneverbashfulwithbutter.comhttp://www.neverbashfulwithbutter.comat kids growing up now dont even know about, and will probably never really understand.

I’m talking about Pound Puppies and PEE WEE, Xanadu and Members Only jackets, A Flock of Seagulls, Valley girl and Eddie Murphy’s musical debut. I remember Mr. Belvedere, She-ra, Thundercats and Clear Pepsi. Swatch watches were where its at, We all knew about the California raisins and ‘Win, Lose or Draw’ was a popular game show. Tetris was Hi-Tech, We listened to Cassette Tapes and the world was shocked when it was revealed that Milli Vanilli were a couple of lip synching tone deaf liars.

It was common for people to still have avocado coloured fridgidare refridgerators, with gold starburst decals. My grandma still had metal ice cube trays. Slouchy socks, sideways ponytails and bike shorts were all the rage.
I crimped my hair. My friends crimped their hair.

We had entire slumberparties dedicated to the pursuit of perfectly crimped hair.

And everything I owned had a rainbow on it.

I had Rainbow blankets, Rainbow sheets. My clothes all had rainbows on them.
Rainbow pillowcases and rainbow hi-tops, Sweatshirts, fanny packs, jewelry and bomber jackets, none were safe from the rainbow.

In fact, I’m fairly certain you could say that everything that I considered mine in the 80’s had to fit one of three criteria.

1.) Be pink
2.) Be covered in hearts
or
3.) Be covered in rainbows.

Thats just how I roll.

So I guess it just makes sense that every night before I go to bed, right after I’ve gone over everything I’ve done that day, and everything that I need to remember for the next day…

I think about rainbows and carebears.
I’ve thought about rainbows and carebears every night before falling asleep ever since I was a little kid.

I’m fairly certain I do this because subconsciously I believe that it makes me focus on something positive so that while I’m sleeping my brain will be in positive mode and therefore I cannot think of negative things for which to dream of.
I dont know if thats truth or not, but it kind of makes sense.

Lay in bed and close your eyes.

Do you want to think of rainbows and soft cuddly pastel coloured talking bears with hearts on their butts and cute little patterns on their tummies, fighting off evil with the care bear stare. Oh, and they ride around in cloud cars.

OR

Do you want to think of slippery slimy worms and cockroaches writhing together. Dark shadows and footsteps behind you, Sharp things and creepy eyes.

Do you want to think of what lurks in the dark, or do you want a troupe of Teddybears who fight what lurks in the dark with giant rainbows that project off their tummies?

My vote will always be with the latter.

Speaking of rainbows and carebears and sleeping- I’m gonna go eat a cupcake and head to bed.

I’ve got a hot date with my rainbow pillowcase.

-A.

P.S. My husband insists I take the weekend off, so I’ll be back on monday with a fridge full of new foods and plenty of photos, recipes and stories to go along with it!

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