Pinkorama #1: The Lost Summers of Newpeep
It is with the greatest of pleasure that I bring you… the 2023 Pinkoramae!
Every year, I think these can’t possibly live up to the standards of last year’s peeptastic creations— and every year I’m blown away by your sugary ingenuity. I’ll be posting a Pinkorama a day and then opening it up for voting. You are all in for such a treat!
For our first Pinkorama of 2023, the returning mother-daughter team of Carla and Rowan bring us… The Lost Summers of Newpeep!
The year is 1899, and the Prince de Conti has taken his American bride home to his family seat in Italy, where he is finally able to show her his art collection, including his prized Titian painting of Venus rising from the waves.
Doesn’t the new principessa look lovely in her new Paris frock (crafted by Rowan)? As Carla points out, it had to be blue, of course. The new Principessa di Conti only wears shades of blue or green. (If you’ve read the book, you’ll know why!).
The new princess is utterly intimidated by the collection of priceless masterpieces that the prince takes for granted. And look– you can see them on the walls of the prince’s gallery, right there! Check out that hardwood floor and that soaring ceiling.
For your amusement, here’s the passage in the book:
Her husband took her through a room with a high, ribbed ceiling, the parquet floor worn smooth with generations of use, waving a hand at the paintings as they passed, “Caravaggio . . . Tintoretto . . . Rubens. That pug-nosed man with the breastplate is one of my less reputable ancestors. We call him a condottiere, but he was really a bandit. And that lady, with the side curls and the smug expression—that’s the Medici bride.”
Would someone a hundred years from now walk this gallery and point to her, saying, “That’s my ancestress, the American bride?”
“Ah, and here’s my favorite.” The prince drew to a stop in front of a thoroughly naked woman, water lapping around her thighs. Her long, damp hair trailed over one shoulder, hiding absolutely nothing.
“Another ancestress?” she said, trying to keep her tone light, trying not to show how intimidated and scared and wrong she felt.
Her husband squeezed her hand. “Titian. Venus, rising from the sea.”
This wasn’t the stylized Venus on a shell she had seen elsewhere. This Venus had emerged wringing wet from the waves, her skin dappled with water, her fair hair dark and dripping with it. She was twisting the water out of her hair, glancing over her shoulder as though afraid she might be engulfed.
Can we have a huge round of applause for Carla and Rowan?
What a fun scene to recreate! Wonderful job, Carla + Rowan! 🙂
Thank you! Always a pleasure working on the pinkorama with my not-so-little-one. One of my favorite times of the year.
Thank you Lauren for you generosity.
Can’t wait to see everyone else’s!!!
I would love to know more of your scene selection process. Surely there is much laughter involved!
So fun! You can’t not have a good day creating a peep show.
This is so much fun!! I live in the Lehigh Valley in the community of Emmaus, PA which is very near another community founded by the Moravians, Bethlehem, PA. Peeps are manufactured there by Just Born, Inc. It’s great you are using their Peeps products.