If I Were A My Little Pony...

...I'd look something like this.

Check out this completely fun My Little Pony Creator game here. I know you always wanted to make your very own my little pony!

Wicked Fun with My Little Ponies

I don't know why I never thought of getting a My Little Pony as a tattoo. Seeing it in the flesh, so to speak, makes me consider it more seriously.

If I wanted to be sweet, I'd get one like the seapony below.

If I wanted to be badass, I'd get one like this:

Thanks to Cal over at Calvin's Canadian Cave of Cool for this beauty.

And if I wanted to be naughty I'd get one provocative like this:

This image is thanks to my Game Whore friend who found it

somewhere & sent it to my phone, where it has stayed

as its wallpaper ever since. And that was MONTHS ago!

Technically, the one & only tiny tattoo I already have is in the spot where my picture would be if I were a pony. So in a way, I kinda do already have pony-themed ink.

Mushroom Monday

Mushrooms.

'Shrooms.

MUSHIES!



A rainbow mushroom--can it get any better?

I love that mushrooms come in so many colors and shapes--like these ladies-parasol look alikes below.

My sibling's favorite color is purple, so here's for you sista!



Prismatic Influences

I love rainbows.

I've loved them as long as I can remember.



I take a picture if I can when I see them.

This winter has been a learning experience for me, someone who thought she knew winter's tricks and beauty. Thundersnow? Never heard of it or paid attention before, but apparently it happens. How cool! And there can also be winter rainbows, because that's exactly what I saw outside that one morning. I wish I had gotten a picture the other week when I walked to the bus stop and saw one. It was bitterly cold and the air was filled with ice crystals. The air itself glittered and the wind was swirling it about. I turned for a second to look around and saw the faintest curve of color in the eastern sky. I almost made myself late for the bus looking at it, not believing my eyes. It made perfect sense why I was seeing one, but to actually witness it was lightening and put automatic joy in my being just for the fact of its existence.

But unfortunately I did not get a good picture of it to show here. You'll have to take my word for it and instead enjoy this from pic just outside my front door after a nice storm this past summer.

I'm can't articulate clearly why I love them so much. But I can try to explain with actual pictures and by giving you mental pictures.

I was sort of surrounded by them growing up. Literally.

See that? I was a very bookworm before I could really read myself.

My bedroom growing up was a complete Rainbowland. Wondrous and filled with light. It was on the east side of the house and had windows on the north, south and east walls, covered in bright, cheery blue blinds. The carpet was a more subdued and textured type of blue. The bedsheets were meadows like the ones above or bright pink 60's geometric flowers. Bedspreads were bright colors, floral patterns or pink and purple quilts. The ceiling was shining white drop panels.

And the walls were covered in wallpaper patterns of clouds, suns, and rainbows. Maybe this is why?

Or it could be the rainbow sticker that was in the back window of our red Volkswagen Beetle with the moon roof. I always loved that sticker. And somewhere, I'm sure I still have that plastic piece off of a girl's gym bag that was a pastel rainbow. The bag is long gone, but I loved to hold and look at that little plastic rainbow. It felt like a talisman.

Rainbow Brite was another favorite childhood character. Coincidence? She had two things going for her--she was Rainbow Brite and she had a beautiful horse named Starlite who had a magnificent rainbow mane and tail. Like many little girls, I loved horses passionately. As a teenager I even had a Rainbow Brite bedspread my mom found for me online.

He's a little grubby but that just means he's well-loved.

And yes, Starlite IS a he.

Some of the first cosplay I ever did was going to Convergence as Rainbow Brite.

Don't ask what he did to have to wear the Cone of Shame.

Totally different kind of 80's flashback than
most people see when having one

The Convergence crew. My orange friend isn't
really a giant, the rest of us are just short.

Hasbro was another rainbow-pusher. All those My Little Ponies with their silken locks and pastel bodies with cute designs on the flanks. Was it any wonder that some of my favorite Ponies had rainbow hair?

 Wizard, on the left, is probably my favorite Pony of all time.

Even today I am addicted to them. I take pictures from the car if I see them. My car still has the furry rainbow CD holder on the visor and the puffy seatbelt pad that I had in my first car.

My first car was THE rainbow-mobile. I had rainbow fuzzy dice, visor CD holder, steering wheel cover, seatbelt pads, air fresheners, even furry rainbow worms from the Claw machine at work that sat in the dash and back window.

The kicker was that I went so far as to purchase bright rainbow fabric and put it all over the car. The entire backseat and ceiling were covered in it. I held up the celing fabric with push in tacks that didn't work very well. I drove an Oldsmobile Delta88 as my first car. That's a LOT of car translating into a LOT of rainbow. It was an old car with no AC, so in the summer the open windows had a tendancy to flap the fabric and cause the tacks to fall out. If you weren't ponying up gas money, the price for riding in my boat of a car (aside from the occasional tack in your ass) was to push in any loosening tacks that you saw (or reapply "found" tacks).

I used to think the rainbows had superpowers. I got pulled over almost a dozen times between getting my license and turning 20, and never once got a ticket. Not even when doing 85mph in a 55mph zone, driving without headlights, or being pulled over for having no tabs and the cop told me to "Take those animals out of the window," in a really mean voice. When he said that I thought for sure I was a goner. Maybe the sight of that sort of sad, fuzzy worm face with it's sun-faded rainbow colors made him take pity on me. Perhaps I just have an innocent face or my clean record saved me, over and over. But never a ticket in all those instances.

There's all my rainbow things, like my favorite winter hat EVER, the loss of which I mourn annually with the coming of every winter. It was a navy blue beanie with a rainbow circling the middle.



My friend T and his sister K, also my good friend



The Caution Fairy: Early cosplay?





I have a favorite rainbow sweater very similar in color/style to my hat, a rainbow knit purse, a rainbow assortment of Fiesta dinnerware, eye-blinding striped rainbow pajama pants, sweatshirts and a backpack; wore them as feather boas, and I love my purple visor with the sparkly rainbow on the brim and the white visor with the transparent plastic rainbow bill. At work my highlighters must be in the order of the rainbow to satisfy my OCD.

I'm a bit obsessed perhaps. But this appears to be a harmless obsession.

After all, rainbows also represent beautiful, happy, wonderful things. A leprechaun's pot of gold, a promise from the creator, that sweet thing that makes you sing "Somewhere across the rainbow..."

Growing up, Starlite and Rainbow Brite traversed a rainbow road, the Ponies' main defense was the Rainbow of Light and their friend Megan went over the rainbow to get to Ponyland. Good things come from or are associated with them.

It comes out after the rain to signal to the world that the storm is over, and everything has been cleansed.

Whatever the reasons, I like knowing that I'll always be able to take joy in something so stunningly beautiful.