It was two years ago when I saw The Limousines in concert at The Hawthorne Theater in Portland. Maybe enough time has passed to live down the embarrassment of letting blueberry vodka get the best of me. Then again, maybe not. It certainly hasn’t been enough time to forget about the horrible cookies I made to celebrate one of my favorite bands.
As it’s become somewhat of a tradition for me, I enjoy creating sweet tasting fan art to celebrate my faves. Sometimes it’s a favorite book, or a favorite collection to flatter a pretty awesome author, or a pledge of devotion to The Airborne Toxic Event. Since The Limousines rank up there in my list of faves, I was excited to create something special for that show in 2013. Instead, what I created was a hot mess.
Don’t try to make me feel better by saying it was okay. They really weren’t that bad. Or that I have a lot more cookies under my belt now. It doesn’t matter. My “Love is a Dog from Hell” cookies were child-like at best. I don’t even know if I’ll have the courage to add the link back to them because the embarrassment is too great.
When I heard The Limousines were going to be playing a festival seven hours from my town, I knew I had to be there. Especially because their shows have been sparse, if any. I bought the tickets, booked a hotel, and started dreaming about what cookies would do my love for them justice.
In the beginning it seemed like such a simple choice — the album covers. I love doing things in three so their three albums were the obvious choice. I should’ve looked a little more closely before committing to the design. As I got into the piping I realized these aren’t normal two-dimensional covers. They are filtered with shadows, depth, and other artsy things I couldn’t freakin’ replicate in a cookie. I’m working with icing here people. AND I’M. NO. ARTIST.
In the middle, I thought about quitting. I may have whined about it. There definitely was groaning. “Why can’t this be easy?” This was my chance to “wow” Eric and Gio. I’ve given up on the thought about them being so smitten by the cookies they want to be my BFFs. I’ve seen their Instagram photos. Their friends are way too cool. I’m out of the friend age range by about twenty years it feels. Anywho, that part didn’t matter. I wanted to show them something that made up for my past lameness. What I had in front of me wasn’t doing it. I was three hours in with only frosted color blocks to show for it.
I considering chucking it all. Then I thought about an interview Eric did about the video “The Last Dance.” It features a very detailed doll house. (One I’ve even considered turning into a gingerbread house, but not right now. It’s too soon.) He talked about how he put every piece together meticulously and then set fire to the whole thing in the end. He described it as being cathartic.
His story inspired me to keep going on with my cookies. I iced lines, scraped off messes and played with techniques I’ve never tried before. Even after my airbrush broke and made a mess on one of the cookies, I played around with the coloring by dabbing a paper towel on it. I liked the effect so much I purposely did it on the other two. I kept experimenting even though it could ruin the whole thing. This is how art works I kept telling myself. Because for some reason I thought The Limousines would appreciate me pushing myself more than the final product.
After nine hours on three cookies, I’m done. (Actually there are nine cookies total because there are three of each.) And I’m happy. Would I have liked my airbrush to work properly or the piping to be smoother? Of course. The part I’m most satisfied with is I listened to all three albums as I gave the Limousine cookies the attention they deserved.
Edited: Because Bestie had a hard time finding the original albums, I’m going to post them. A little worried about how you can now compare. Remember people, they’re cookies!