Marie Antoinette in Peeps
Well.� I’m just glad one of the entries gave me an excuse to post this here.� For the French connection, see Marie Antoinette (#2).� And also, I feel Mardi Gras (#8) counts, being what the Southern-French union produced when a whole group of French people found themselves in the South.
Considering some of the other subjects there, I suppose we can be grateful no one decided to show Marie Antoinette at the guillotine.
Also, I’m voting the whole thing has some kind of Southern connection, because, admit it, if I had told you, just like that, that someone was organizing a contest for the best art made from Peeps, you would automatically assume it was some eccentric Southern small town, wouldn’t you?� So automatically that if something from this doesn’t show up in one of my books, it will only be because somebody forcibly sat on me, I swear.
If the link above doesn’t work, try this one.
And thanks to BettyD for sharing.
Mimi
Fascinating! I’ve never been a Peeps fan, but I can appreciate the humor.
Michelle
I just can’t swallow a peep, but that is hilarious! There are some really good ones, too. I may have to vote for the Mardi Gras one not only for obvious reasons, but also because there’s a comment from the creator saying she realized one day that she was actually making a necklace (or something equally ridiculous) for a peep. Thanks for the link!
DebR
I think peeps are disgusting as food, but hilarious as pop art! I had to vote for Marpeep Antoinette.
amy
Oh, oh, Mr. Pink. It’s gotta be Mr. Pink. Laura, thanks for sharing, those are hysterical. 🙂 Definitely fodder for books, go for it…
dee
You know, there are some things that could ONLY happen in the South, right? Peeps as art? Yeah, you’re right. That’s something. 🙂
My kids love Peeps, though I can’t imagine why. I mean, straight sugar? What’s the point? Now if they could figure out a way to have straight chocolate… Oh yeah, they did that already, didn’t they?
alala
I miss peeps. I suppose they’re just that little bit to weird to flourish in the land of yogurt-flavored chocolate.
dee
I thought I posted another time and said I’d have to vote for #7. Just because. It’s sad to say, but my daughter actually LOVES that movie. When we hear that song on the radio now, we both look at each other and raise our hands over our heads, in imitation of John holding that boombox, staring up at her window, with hope and despair written across his sweet little face.
ahh, memories!
shabbyinthecity
Oh Laura that is hilarious! I just hadn’t peeped on your blog in awhile and was stopping by to see what was going on.
The roses and lavender have me all shook up! Why you and not me??? I’m from Ky/Tn border and I can say ‘c’est la vie’ with the best of them! I’ll even shake my hips if forced (well they kind of do it without me meaning for them to…)