Tuesday, February 12, 2008

I blame blackbird

It's her fault I went over to the Anne Geddes website.

Anne Geddes is one of those once-ubiquitous blights, like Laurel Burch, that come, blanket the earth with pestilence, and then, blessedly, depart. And then, like the rigors of childbirth, you forget all about them.

And OK, I admit I'm currently listening to Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows on CD, because I finally got around to cracking open the shrink wrap on my birthday present, now that my birthday is officially two months ago.

But this picture

really makes me think of the potted mandrakes from what--the Chamber of Secrets? As in, don't wake them up or their screeching will have your ears running blood?

And yet, people hang this sort of thing on their walls.

I just don't get it.

But if I have you remembering a time, not really all that long ago, when you couldn't walk into a department store without seeing Laurel Burch earrings and t-shirts and coffee mugs, and when every pediatrician's office was festooned with photographs of babies in watering cans or draped cunningly over fire extinguishers ... well, welcome to the HELL that is the SARGASSO SEA of my mind.

Where I am laughing at you. And wearing these earrings.

No wonder I drink.


  1. Nope, I don't think so. There is no world, real or imaginary, where you would be wearing those earrings.

  2. I was trying to remember who the hell Laurel Burch was and then I scrolled down to the earrings. Gah! I actually recoiled. Now I'm going to be thinking about those damn things all day.

  3. I have always hated those baby pictures. They are disturbing.

    And, yes, Chamber of the Secrets (because I am the last person in the world reading Harry Potter right now for the first time)

  4. I seriously doubt you're wearing those earrings. I'll need photographic proof.

    As for Anne Geddes, I'm just not a fan.

  5. And no blood in your ears from the mandrakes. They just knock you unconscious. The baby ones that is. The cries of the full grown ones will kill you. According to Professor Sprout anyway. I still wanna know, how in the movie, they could hear *her* even with the ear muffs on... but not the mandrakes. How sad is it that I know all that????

  6. the SARGASSO SEA of my mind

    LOVE IT!

  7. Look away
    Look away
    Those cats are making the baby Jesus cry.

    I believe while I know not of Laurel Burch that she clearly is to accessories what Lladro is to dust collecting figurines. Or Alex Liddy is to dinnerware.

  8. OK, I know not of Alex Liddy. Is he any relation to Krinkles?

  9. anne geddes will burn in hell for what she's done to all those babies - because they're certainly not photoshopped, are they? even if they are, she still deserves to burn in hell...

  10. Anne Geddes? Cloying and disgusting. I'd almost prefer posters of kittens to her "prints>' Lauren Birch? It's like a 4th grade girl with a symmetry fetish designed that stuff.

    Ew. Double ew.


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