Meet the Crazies (more about their roles & shenanigans below)
How It all Began
For as long as I can remember, I have believed that happiness is a choice (mostly owing to my parents teaching me that in a million ways growing up). Laughter is one of my favorite gateways to happiness. And in my book, nothing triggers laughter like a well told, you-can't-be-serious-that-really-happened, true life story. And so I look for them. And when I find one that makes my jaw drop or laugh until my sides hurt, I tuck it away for use at just the right time, with just the right people.
One such place & time was a love retreat my man & I attended in Maui. I dragged him there one short month after he had moved across the country to be with me ("Let's work on US!!! It will be awesome, I promise!! Come on...you know you wanna!"). It was an okay retreat. But it was his willingness to go along with my crazy shenanigans that led to my realization this is the man I want to spend the rest of my life with.
And then there were our fellow retreat goers. Exhausted from inner work & 2-a-day yoga sessions, we sat lazily on the veranda one night after dinner. I'm not sure what led to me telling this story...but something did...and boy am I glad for that something!
One such place & time was a love retreat my man & I attended in Maui. I dragged him there one short month after he had moved across the country to be with me ("Let's work on US!!! It will be awesome, I promise!! Come on...you know you wanna!"). It was an okay retreat. But it was his willingness to go along with my crazy shenanigans that led to my realization this is the man I want to spend the rest of my life with.
And then there were our fellow retreat goers. Exhausted from inner work & 2-a-day yoga sessions, we sat lazily on the veranda one night after dinner. I'm not sure what led to me telling this story...but something did...and boy am I glad for that something!
Back in the 1940's before it was really okay to talk about things like birth control or condoms, one of my mom's bosses was a young social worker with an even younger mother of SIX sitting in front of her. She lamented that as much as she loved her children, she and her husband just could not afford one more mouth to feed.
The social worker proceeded to explain to her (in hushed tones, I'm sure) about using condoms to prevent pregnancy. The woman was grateful. She took a box of condoms & left with a smile on her face. And the social worker was proud.
Until she ran into the woman several months later...with a pregnant belly protruding out in front of her. "What happened?!" asked the social worker. "Didn't you use the condoms I gave you?"
"Well yes," the young mother replied. "And they worked real good too. I didn't get pregnant the whole time we were using them. But eventually...we ran out. And since I didn't want to get pregnant again, I knitted him a new one...but I guess it didn't work."
Needless to say, this story always evokes a reaction from people...and that night on the veranda in Maui was no different.
What was different were the conversation that unfolded over the next few days. While knitted covers for pregnancy prevention were clearly a horrible idea...perhaps a nice cozy to keep your junk warm before "go time" wasn't. And if a guy was gonna get a penis cozy...shouldn't his partner have an equally dazzling vagina cozy?!
The possibilities were endless. From the hilarious ("Let's dress our junk up like superheroes!") to the irreverent ("Can we have a Biblical series?! Certainly this all started with a snake & an apple..."). By the end of our week together, we knew we'd found life long friends...and possibly future business partners!!
Humored by what my mom's story had created (and seeing as she is a top notch crochet ninja), Logan & I could not wait to tell her the story when she & my dad picked us up from the airport. We also had a small request. Could she make just one set as a gag gift for the couple who had gone into a co-creative P'Cozy/V'Cozy frenzy with us all week?! I mean...just one set that no one would see. Surely, that was doable?!
Lots of hemming & hawing ensued, "I couldn't possibly! What if people found out?! I have family & dear friends who are religious...what would they think?!"
I thought they would laugh. And if not...I thought they probably needed a set themselves.
But whatever I thought, the answer was clearly no. A bit of a bummer...but no biggie, really. It was only a silly dinner conversation gone wild. We'd all forget about it within a few weeks.
But then one day I started getting text messages from my mom. "Would it be okay to attach buttons to these things?" and "How does one spell P'Cozy?'
What was different were the conversation that unfolded over the next few days. While knitted covers for pregnancy prevention were clearly a horrible idea...perhaps a nice cozy to keep your junk warm before "go time" wasn't. And if a guy was gonna get a penis cozy...shouldn't his partner have an equally dazzling vagina cozy?!
The possibilities were endless. From the hilarious ("Let's dress our junk up like superheroes!") to the irreverent ("Can we have a Biblical series?! Certainly this all started with a snake & an apple..."). By the end of our week together, we knew we'd found life long friends...and possibly future business partners!!
Humored by what my mom's story had created (and seeing as she is a top notch crochet ninja), Logan & I could not wait to tell her the story when she & my dad picked us up from the airport. We also had a small request. Could she make just one set as a gag gift for the couple who had gone into a co-creative P'Cozy/V'Cozy frenzy with us all week?! I mean...just one set that no one would see. Surely, that was doable?!
Lots of hemming & hawing ensued, "I couldn't possibly! What if people found out?! I have family & dear friends who are religious...what would they think?!"
I thought they would laugh. And if not...I thought they probably needed a set themselves.
But whatever I thought, the answer was clearly no. A bit of a bummer...but no biggie, really. It was only a silly dinner conversation gone wild. We'd all forget about it within a few weeks.
But then one day I started getting text messages from my mom. "Would it be okay to attach buttons to these things?" and "How does one spell P'Cozy?'
Could this be happening?! Would there be an actual P'Cozy & V'Cozy to send our friends at the end of all this?!
Turns out there wouldn't just be one set...but TWO! That's right! My once protesting mother didn't think it was right to make a set for these people she'd never met and NOT make one for Logan & I. HAHA!!! Agreed! So while our friends got the inaugural set--an Alien P'Cozy & a Spaceship V'Cozy...with sparkly yarn that looks like outer space--we got our own set too. A Superman P'Cozy (with button eyes...hence her previous text) & a Wonder Woman V'Cozy (because I am obsessed...she so gets me!). Creepy that my mom made us covers for our special bits? Perhaps. Hilarious? Definitely! Happy with our special (& definitely unexpected delivery on our friends' doorstep), we wiped our hands of the P'Cozy conversation whilst simultaneously patting ourselves on the back. Well played...go us!
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Little did we know...we were not done yet.
Turns out our holiday gift fate had been sealed when we set mom off on this truly ridiculous path. She had so much fun with the first two sets, she surprised us with another for Christmas. Because what better way to ring in 2016 than with a new P'Cozy set?!
But once again...one was not enough. She had discovered the joy of seeing people's faces when they open these unexpected little gems. And she wanted us to know that feeling.
So she created the sports edition. For our dear friends who happen to be huge Nebraska football fans (Go Huskers!).
We had created a monster...or possibly the mad genius behind the next pet rock. A few weeks after opening these two sets for Christmas, she brought over 7 more sets for my birthday (the highlight being a Leah + Light Saber combo that is PRICELESS). Three weeks after that...another 13 sets. And there was no end in sight. Every conversation led to a new idea, a funny twist, or a group we could totally market these to.
Our only problem was that we were STRICTLY forbidden from sharing any of these hilarious works of art on social media. Because people might know she made them. THE HORROR!
After some back & forth and a few great conversations about action from fear vs. action from FUN (because CLEARLY she was having a raging good time with this), she came up with an approach that not only had her comfortable enough to share these publicly...but actually EXCITED about it!
Our only problem was that we were STRICTLY forbidden from sharing any of these hilarious works of art on social media. Because people might know she made them. THE HORROR!
After some back & forth and a few great conversations about action from fear vs. action from FUN (because CLEARLY she was having a raging good time with this), she came up with an approach that not only had her comfortable enough to share these publicly...but actually EXCITED about it!
"Let's talk about sex, baby. Let's talk about you & me.
Let's talk about all the good thing & the bad things that will be...let's talk about SEX!"
Let's talk about all the good thing & the bad things that will be...let's talk about SEX!"
Yes, she realized that the answer had been in her own back yard all along...she's a SOCIAL WORKER! And what is a social worker here on the earth to do if not get people talking about things that may be keeping them from having their best lives. To help them find solutions to their problems. And talking about sex (let alone making it fun) is a HUGE problem for a lot of people.
So now my mom is running around shouting, "Let's put the fun back in sex! Let's getting people talking about it with P'Cozies!"
Yeah. That's really happening in my life.
And since I'm in a transition phase (you know little things like getting married, trying to start a family at 41, & letting go of the contract that allowed me to start my own business...no biggie), I figured I might as well bring a little laughter to the world through yarn...and forcing my future husband to critique my mom's crocheted penis covers while I'm at it.
Why the hell not?
So now my mom is running around shouting, "Let's put the fun back in sex! Let's getting people talking about it with P'Cozies!"
Yeah. That's really happening in my life.
And since I'm in a transition phase (you know little things like getting married, trying to start a family at 41, & letting go of the contract that allowed me to start my own business...no biggie), I figured I might as well bring a little laughter to the world through yarn...and forcing my future husband to critique my mom's crocheted penis covers while I'm at it.
Why the hell not?
Leslie, The BloggerMore to come...this site is still under construction...and I can only create content so fast. Re-read the story above if you really need something to do. Or go to the contact page & submit ideas. My mom has a whole bunch of yarn scraps that need to be put to good use.
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Logan, The TesterHow did I get myself into this?!
It started off as a joke. What’s not funny about covers for your junk? The conversation that started it all happened on a warm summer night in Maui...lounging on the veranda after dinner...during a week long love retreat with fellow attendees. You can't make this stuff up. Two couples, a grown woman with an inner 12-year old boy, and a dream. A dream to keep ourselves warm during those "in-between times" (if you know what I mean...). With cozies. For our junk. Before we knew it, the P’Cozy and V’Cozy were born...and none of us could stop laughing. My soon to be mother-in-law, at first disturbed (though, now I’m pretty sure she was faking it) was our go-to person for the prototype creation. It took some time…maybe a little begging…but finally, the P’Cozy and the V’Cozy were a reality. Now, though…I’m afraid things may be getting out of hand. What was at first a joke has consumed her and she cannot stop. She’s a junk Cozy making machine...and my father-in-law will NOT be the tester (to be clear, this is just sharing male input...not modeling the things. I have my limits.). So guess who that leaves... Ever have to give your soon to be mother-in-law advice about what things can and cannot cover your special parts? Yeah…I didn’t think so. Welcome to my world. |
Darlene, The CreatorCrocheting. Such an innocent pastime. Look how cute my nephew is in his Grandma-made hat. But alas...her focus has turned elsewhere. And now...she is hopelessly addicted to making P'Cozy & V'Cozy sets to get a rise out of my fiancé. At least I am pretty sure that is half the fun she is having. And I gotta say...I can't argue with this kind of fun!
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