Stinking Pink
That’d be my remedy… cover the entire thing with stickers! I love stickers! I do… I had me a sticker book as a kid… which was a glorified photo album, really. As I got older, I covered my sketchbooks with them, until I picked up collage… which is kind of like making a sticker out of magazines and the like.
Maybe Randie could collage the entire Vespid….?
I love stickers, too. Though my love of stickers took a big hit as a kid. For Christmas, my parents got me a roll of 300 bright orange stickers (see yesterday’s comments about color), all with my name on them. Mega-woot!
Then my five year-old brother got ahold of them one day soon after and put them on EVERYTHING. I so wanted to kill him then and there! As it turned out, I got to use maybe five or six total. I do still have a copy of Louisa May Alcott’s “Little Men” that has one of those stickers on the inside cover, almost 40 years later.
DANG those little brothers! When I was 11, my 3 year old bro took a key to my treasured “Saturday Night Fever” album. I still haven’t forgiven him.
True story: My little niece was totally obsessed with stickers, as many small children are. One time, during a family gathering during which we ordered Chinese food, I asked her if she wanted any potstickers. She thought I said “hot stickers”, and totally lost interest upon discovering they were a food item and not an actual type of sticker. (A few years later, she became a big potsticker aficionado.)
Ha ha… Pot stickers! Not your everyday Pot stickers.
I remember sticker collections in my younger days. They were collector items, much like baseball cards, that had crazy packages (twisted graphics/advertising), on some, and crazy car cartoons with assorted monsters driving them, on others. I would trade them with my brother and mostly others. They may as well have not been stickers, though, as they remained forever attached to their backings. Still have the packages, not sure what became of the cars….think they got traded for something more interesting at the time.
Only, ah, ouch. Covering that poor Vespid would hide the pink all right, but as the stickers would get wet, and dirty and torn, they’d look ever more horrible and be a pain to pull off.
These days, you see a bunch of vinyl wraps on cars. Maybe R could design a wrap of her own.
Ohhh, potstickers… *drool* I could eat them ’til the cows come home.