The Irish Hellfire Club, yesterday.
My first-ever cookie-frosting experiment! G and I joined forces to create these labor-intensive Russian kozuli spice cookies with royal icing in time for my mom’s visit. Look for space bear, deep-sea-bear, fetish cat, gentleman cat, and more… There was a cubist goose, too, but he was too hideous. These took about half a day total, because the dough had to rest in the freezer and frosting took 3+ hours. YOU’RE WELCOME, MOM.
Anonymous said: How did you and G meet? What about him caught your attention first? (You guys are a darling couple! xo)
We met in transit, on a bus heading from LA to SF. My attention was initially caught by the less-than-subtle sensation of a sack of bricks landing squarely on my skull. The buzzing lasted about ten minutes. I buried myself in a half-read copy of Murakami’s 1Q84 and tried to ignore this unexpected, unwelcome and, frankly, alarming sensation for about ten minutes before G intervened.
Heads up, folks - Space Rat and Earth Sucks tees are sold out, for now. I may reboot them with a different finish, in time.
In space, no one can hear you scream – let your shirt do it for you! Go on and show your allegiance to the cosmos in these T-shirts with daaahzzling holographic lettering on deep-space black, fresh in the Biorequiem shop.