Spring means many different things for many people. Easter for some. Passover for others. Secular Cadbury Crème Egg consumption for all. For me, it means Peeps dioramas.
For the second year, I’ve tried my dainty hand at making a miniature tableau with that most divisive of Easter candies, the Peep. My last outing, two years ago, resulted in a finalist spot in the Washington Post‘s inaugural Peeps diorama contest. I parlayed that into a freelance writing gig for the Post. Call me a nerdlinger with too much time on my hands, but the Bird got paaaaid as a result of that little box. Here are the goods from that year:
This year, I stuck with a subject currently close to my heart, literally: babies. This wasn’t for the Post‘s contest. Rather, it is for work where my colleagues are getting in on the Peeps diorama action just for giggles.
It’s much simpler than the last one but it was also a heck of a lot cheaper. (Do you have any idea how much a miniature candleabra costs? Oye vey. May my daughter grow up to be in the miniature home accessories business.)
So there it is, your own rite of spring: annual confirmation that I am a nerdlinger with too much time on my hands.