Fishing Cookies!?!

Here's a little 'inside view' at how cookie conversations usually go...

This particular conversation occurred in downtown L.A., 

while on a buying trip with my girlfriends, Lisa and Chris.

We were in a huge floral supply shop, in the cellophane bag aisle.

My arms were filled with 6 bags of multicolored shred the size of bed pillows....

Me:  "Lisa, isn't Griffin having a birthday soon?  How is he already turning 13!!!!"

Lisa:  "I know, its crazy!"

Me:  "Does he have big plans with his friends?"

Lisa:  "He wants a fish party!  Like, real FISH!  

He wants to go out with his friends and go fishing!!!!"

(I should add that Griffin is an awesome nature boy and is known for being a fisherman.

They practically jump out of the lake and into his lap)

"You can make fish cookies right?  Maybe a fishing pole....a fish...?

Do you have time?  Would you mind?"

Me:  "How perfect!  He'll love that!  

Of course I can make fish cookies for him!

I'd be thrilled!"

(and yes, I am always excited to make cookies for my friends' kids.

No one in the world appreciates fancy cookies more than munchkins, even at 13)

Soon after, we paid for our supplies, piled in the car and started heading to our next destination.

That's when the whole 'fish theme' started to sink in...

Me:  (silently in my head so no one could hear the 'crazy talk')

"Fish!  Fish!

What the heck!!!!"

(I'm not sure why I panic every time I create a set for the first time, but I do)

"Do I even HAVE a fish cutter!?"

(no, I did not.  But I was able to order one in time)

"What color is an actual fish anyway?

Greenish, I guess, like pond color maybe?"

"Oh no....don't they have shiny scale things?

How the heck am I going to do that?! 

(I sprayed the body with Wilton pearl spray before adding details and fins)

"Fishing pole....fishing pole.....I must have a cutter that looks like that."

(nope...no pole.  I had an extra baseball bat cutter that I mangled

beyond recognition)

"....and there's that thingy on the end....the floaty thing.....

what's that called?"

(turns out...its called a floater.  Luckily, it looks just like a baby's rattle.

I did have one of those)

"...and Griffin always wears that great hat whenever he goes hiking with his family.

I can put that in there too."

(please don't tell him, but this is a purse, I just cut off the handle)

"What are those feathery things on the hooks?  Don't those

hang on the hats?  I guess I'll just google those."

 (it's suppose to be a feather....just pretend 'k?)

"okay...at least I have a plan.  

Hopefully they'll turn out okay."

Happy Birthday Griffin!

So that's how it goes, more or less.

First comes the occasion with a theme.

Then excitement...followed by panic.

But, with a little brainstorming, a lot of googling and flipping through clip art,

an idea starts to form....and then the fun begins.

Thanks for stopping by,

Lizy B