Lots of lovely. I like this word.

Last night was lovely.  We ate lovely lovely cake from Rhodes Bakery (caramel cake, it makes me cry to think of its loveliness) and watched Invader Zim .  If you do not know of Invader Zim, I recommend that you educate yourself.  I split my sides with laughter; I was only this morning able to sew them back up.  Sadly, you must invest in the DVD to enjoy this show, Nickelodeon cancelled it awhile back.  Its sick oddity proves a nice foil to the equally odd, yet sweet Fairly Odd Parents.

Strange the memories that bounce occasionally into focus.  Driving home after the gathering last night I passed through a cloud of hot iron-on smell.  I thought of this shop in the town where I grew up.  They sold nothing but iron-ons and the clothing to which they are affixed.  Binders and binders of iron-ons and way too many sweatshirts in pastels and hot pinks, greens, blues, and yellows.  And t-shirts with different colored sleeves and collars and plain t-shirts in that cheap, thin, extra-soft jersey.  The iron-ons – joyous to behold was the selection .  Sparkly unicorns set against sparkly rainbows and stars.  Rainbow Brite.  Knight Rider and Kit.  Star Wars galore.  And the requisite selection for those of us more interested in ballerinas and the (now creepy)pastel renditions of those feature neutral masks with ribbons flowing from the sides of the face.  Shivers run up my spine as I think on it.