When I was little, carrots were often touted as having the mystical ability to boost one’s vision to near super-human levels*. Now, I’m not sure of the exact origin of this myth, but I could imagine the thought percolating in the mind of a frustrated mom, sick of employing the usual tactics to convince her children to eat their vegetables. Let’s be real, it wasn’t much of a stretch, carrots are an easy sell; combine their cheery orange hue, vibrant crunch, and sweet flavor with the promise of superpowers, and it’s no surprise to see their resounding popularity amongst the lunchbox set and beyond.
*Naturally this myth has some grounding in truth, as one of the nutrients abundant in carrots (beta-carotene) does play a role in vision. A diet with insufficient levels of Vitamin A and/or it’s precursor beta-carotene can result in eye problems, but this really isn’t an issue for the vast majority of people in the developed world, you know, unless you subsist on a diet of chicken nuggets. The danger of consuming too much Vitamin A, or any nutrient really, (supplements are scary stuff; carrots pose little risk unless you’re literally eating bushels of them) is far worse. Bottom line (and the end of my rambling tangent on nutrition): please don’t take supplements unless explicitly directed to do so by your doctor or RD. Then again, why are you taking nutritional advice from someone who practically considers Pixy Stix a food group?
The matchbook girl… mixes a mean cocktail. Are y’all familiar with Matchbook Magazine? A self-proclaimed “field guide to a charmed life,” it’s a digital magazine, and a treat I eagerly anticipate reading every month. Fresh and witty, it manages to combine the polish of a more traditional print magazine with the immediacy and relevance of a blog.
I could write some charming anecdote about butter and sugar; maybe reminisce about Easters past*, and how as a little girl with an insatiable sweet tooth I felt supremely lucky to have divorced parents, because the Easter bunny would inevitably visit not once, but twice! But, today I’m feeling unusually drowsy, extremely distracted, and not particularly articulate, so rather than stare at a blank screen any longer, I leave you with these snaps; hopefully, they can speak for themselves.
*Why Easter? Well, I think these would make a lovely Easter treat with their chipper colors and smattering of sprinkles. Change up the color scheme and they’d be suitable for a panoply of holidays. Presto change-o.
I grew up in the 90′s, arguably one of the last century’s more sartorially challenged decades, so naturally I was once the proud owner of more than a few pairs of overalls *shudder*. Black velvet (never mind my velvet phobia), indigo denim with Tweety Bird embroidery, an assortment of shortalls (overall shorts); it’s safe to say that these were just the tip of the iceberg when it came to the overalls lurking in my closet circa 5th grade.
When I was little, my grandpa liked to say, (please excuse my paraphrasing) that it’s a shame that by the time you’re old enough to buy as much ice cream as you want, you can’t eat it all. Now, it’s possible that he meant something a bit more expansive than that statement’s literal interpretation, but odds are, despite my grandpa’s generally serious disposition, he meant exactly what he said. The man loves his ice cream.