We're so smart... so very smart. We can figure out how to do things by ourselves. We can envision things and then make them appear, prototype after prototype. We teach our children, think for play, and puzzle through each day, figuring out how to do all that we do better and more efficiently. We are so smart, but we are not the smartest. The smartest guys look around and simply know what questions they should ask. It is amazing to be bright enough to come up with intelligent answers to intriguing questions. Think about it though, isn't the real genius the man that asks the questions?
Friday, March 6, 2015
Wednesday, March 4, 2015
Hi, there! Eppie and I think and talk a lot about play and the importance of love in the form of button eyes and fabric bodies.
Recently we were discussing the interesting names that kids give to the precious stuffies and toys in their lives.
I had a doll named Baby. Baby was a rag doll based on a Raggedy Ann pattern complete with blue and white dress and fluffy, white apron. She was made for me by my baby sitter, Mrs. Smith. (She actually made me 3 of them over the course of my childhood, as I tended to love Baby to death... repeatedly.) I slept with this doll for many years, she went with me everywhere and was my best friend.
Eppie's mother made dolls for her and her sisters. Her's was a cute cotton rag doll named Hannah. Hannah had big, blue embroidered circle eyes and a sweet embroidered mouth. She was the perfect size for a 5 year old's hugs. Her mom also made her a few outfits for Hannah and the other sisters' dolls.
While Baby and Hannah are pretty standard names, children can come up with some very interesting ones. Dorian has Captain Funny Face, Army and Sandstorm. Silas' favorite is Bob the Banana (who is actually a monkey) and Pizza and Pizza, Jr. the Ploppets. Anyka has Squeaky the pterodactyl and Cloudy the little handmade cloud that Loreal Brown made. Amora's fave is a blanket named Kiki. We have a Scottish friend who had a opossum in his tree that he called Jennifa in his awesome accent and so when someone gave Mia a possum, she named it Jennifa.
Eppie and I asked my oldest daughter, Mia, to tell us a bit about her favorite stuffie. Here is what she had to say in essay form. (Gotta get those English credits somehow :))
There Once Was A Cow from Khol'sBuying a toy for a child is a tricky thing to do. Will they like it? Will they really play with it? Or is this just another of the many toys to be tossed to the bottom of the toy box? Children tend to become attached to some of the least suspecting of toys. In my life, I have grown up loving the strangest of ‘toys.’ When I was about eight years old I came to love a refrigerator box, which I went on to name Boxy. I practically lived in this box, until it began to decompose in my bedroom floor.
Boxy was not the only object the small child version of myself held dear; I also had my action figures, Polly pockets, and most importantly, Cowey. Cowey was my baby. From the moment I saw her on the stand of $5 toys in Kohl’s, I knew I needed her. It took convincing, but after many seven year old puppy eyes, and whiny begging, my mother caved… She bought me a cow. This cow became my best friend. I had her with me when I got up in the mornings and with me when I went to sleep at night. Washing her was unacceptable. When my mother would finally sneak her into the washing machine to “give her a bath,” I almost instantly noticed the disappearance of my beloved toy.
Actually, Cowey was more than just a toy to me. She had life. She was alive. She was my child. I let her age change as mine did. When I was twelve, still madly in love with this cow, she was the ripe old age of five. She even had a birthday, and I sometimes gave her gifts. After officially a decade of love, this year… I still have her. She has suffered many battle scars, and has faded in "cowlor" (see what I did there?), but she is still going strong. At seventeen, I no longer feel the need to sleep with her. This may be sad for my mother, or other family and friends who knew "Baby Mia" to always have her trusty cow, but, as time passes, my three-year-old sister has shown interest in my cow baby. Though I don’t expect her love to run as deep, I believe Cowey will be loved and cherished for many more generations to come.
So, tell us, what was (or is) your favorite toy, stuffie or doll?
What is its name? Do you still have it?
AND we have some exciting news to share! We are taking a little growing step and moving into a studio space in Turnip Green Creative Reuse!! We will be joining the creative family of Turnip Green and Plateone Print Co-op in a very community oriented environment to do our art and design work and have a cool space to meet with clients. We can not wait to invite you in to see it! Stay tuned to info about our open studio grand opening in March...
~ XOXO~ Julie
WIN A WINNING FRIEND...
Hi All! We thought it would be fun to give away two softies attached to this blog topic! These bunnies are not for sale and are different from our shop bunnies, in that they have SPOTS! If you would like to have one of these cuties for your very own then simply post a few lines about what softies have meant to you, your siblings, your children, or anybody you know... (shoot, any little thought about a favorite doll or stuffed animal will do, whether a 'real' friend or one from fiction, such as The Velveteen Rabbit or Raggedy Ann!) Post to our blog or on our Facebook page https://www.facebook.com/ProBohemia and we will enter you into the drawing that will take place at our new studio, Thursday, March 19th (more info coming).
Ok, so this is just two shots of the same guy... but there WILL be two! :)We will draw two names and both bunnies will be given away that night, one to our online community and one to somebody that is at Turnip Green Creative Reuse, in person that evening, to visit with Josh Wagner (the artist of the night) and to help us celebrate the opening of our studio space. If you enter online, we will notify you if you are a winner! If you are present at the time of the drawing and win you will go home with your new friend! Hey, why not try and win BOTH! :) ...and Liz and Melanee, you are our first drawing names and are perfect examples of how to enter!!!
-The Professional Bohemians
Sunday, March 1, 2015
Bad writers tend to have the self-confidence, while the good ones tend to have self-doubt. ~ Charles BukowskiMy brother is a writer. The kind of writer that can craft a story that makes his reader look really awkward sitting by herself in a quiet coffee shop. Because laughing out loud repeatedly is awkward when one is in public, yet alone.
My husband is a talented and artistic musician, an out-of-the-box kind of guy. He can create beautiful sounds with his guitar and join into a song with almost any instrument or thing lying around.
Both of these artists don't claim artistry. They demur. Because old Charles is so very, very correct.
Just a Sunday morning thought...
XOXO ~ Julie