Have you ever noticed that some couples look like they were meant to be together? They pair up like peas & carrots. Peanut butter & jelly. Pizza & beer. They just...make...sense!
Must be nice.
I've always felt like more of an oddball myself. Left wondering if there even IS a beer to my pizza! I mean after all I often find that I'm the Tigger in a sea of Eyores. And then there's my better half, Logan. He always says he's "an analog guy in a digital world." How in the world did this introspective, artistic, handwritten love letter guy fall for a social media chatter box who loves technology & rarely puts down her phone?! I guess that is just the miracle of LOVE!
But it turns out we're not alone! I recently received a note from someone who's been following our P'Cozy journey that made me smile. Because not only did the seemingly different interests of this couple reflect our own...but the requestor CLEARLY gets what P'cozies are all about...healthy dialogue about the sometimes uncomfortable topic of sex & sexuality.
I knew my mom would be up for the challenge...so I forwarded the following note:
Hi Leslie - I love this story - you are both cracking me up & eliciting a "yes!"... part of my own journey has been breaking through that wall of silence/shame & finding a healthy relationship with my own sexuality.
So... I'd love to order a set, don't know if that's possible... what would your creative minds cook up for a software engineer/agile coach (me) and a dancer (my wife) ?
All the best and keep up the good work!!!!
And of course...mom was up for the challenge. A few days after forwarding the message, I got pictures of the pizza + beer set AND these little gems...along with this note:
Computer + ballet shoes?? Thoughts?
You could put up two at a time and write something about some relationships are opposite while others are made to see things the same...and they ALL can work!
I swear...give the woman just about anything & she can create it in yarn...along with words of wisdom & a dash of inspiration! Suddenly I feel like my social media self & my analog fiancé are PERFECT just the way we are! And he doesn't seem to have any problems with our communication either...
Crocheted communication. That's what this is all about, really. And laughs. Lots of laughs. The key to a healthy relationship, and sex life, is communication. No matter how opposite you may seem. Even if you're into computers and your significant other is a dancer. Hey, different motions same ocean. Right? Right. So why not open the lines of communication? Plug in your hard drive and start that two-step.
Can ya see why I love this man?! Honey, get your hard drive ready... ;-)
Special thanks to the kindred spirit who sent this message & got our creative wheels turning! I hope you & your dancing wife have as much fun playing with these as we had creating & writing about them!
Oh no she didn't. I mean...did she?!
I truly & honestly wish everyone could experience the pure joy of my mom unveiling new P'Cozy + V'Cozy sets...there's really nothing like it on the planet. Each one comes with a 3x5 card explanation of what it is or some clever tagline about it. You may remember the first one in her "Dream Travel Series" (palm tree for your penis, anyone?!). She was so excited about that one, she decided, "Why not create special P'cozies for different locations.
Maybe she started with Ireland because Logan & I are getting married there in a few months. Maybe St. Patrick's Day had her dreaming of leprechauns. Or maybe she just wanted to make a P'cozy that looks eerily like my man?!
Whatever her motivation, I present to you #2 in the "Dream Travel Series":
Was he there or wasn't he?
Check for rainbows?
Have some ale & do a jig!
Faith and Begora...you are in IRELAND!!
And now...a word from my own personal leprechaun, Logan.
Most people want to see themselves up in lights. Famous. A household name. I...well, that's never been my dream.
Apparently, my dream was on a smaller scale. (Not that much smaller, mind you, haha!) I'm not seeing my face on the big screen or on billboards or tv. I get to see myself on my junk. Seriously.
I really think my MIL crocheted me as a leprechaun penis cover.
Happy birthday to me?
St. Patrick's Day P'Cozies. Bringing the snakes back into Ireland!
For that matter...do I even GET a spring break?! Why did we give that habit up after we graduated school?! Kids have all the fun...
Seriously. I've been going non-stop for the last few weeks. And there is no foreseeable end to this madness in sight with back to back trips for work travel, wedding planning, house guests, social obligations, & all the daily maintenance of life I seem never to be on top of (oh gym, how I miss thee).
I need a vacation...STAT!!
Sand in my toes, sun in my face...you know what I mean, right?!
But alas...there is no real vacation time on my calendar for MONTHS! What's a girl to do?!
Fear not...my mom has an answer for that. And like most of her answers...it comes crocheted & ready to cover whatever issue (or body part) may arise.
Introducing her newest cozy set...THE DREAM TRAVEL EDITION!
Can't "get away" to those far off places
for fun & adventure?!
Just close your eyes, slip on the cozies...
and let the vacation begin!
Logan & I had to laugh at how familiar this particular set of cozies seemed. It's like she brought the deck of cards we use for our daily lunch date cribbage tournaments to life!!
Is she spying on us?!
Whatever is happening, I used one of my recent cribbage hands to create a "stay-cation" story I can live with ('cause we ain't going nowhere for awhile...):
If you're not feeling like a KING OF DIAMONDS (no money, no energy, not a moment to call your own),
There is still something you can do FOUR your lady love...your QUEEN OF HEARTS!
Bring a different kind of sunshine to her world + saunter in wearing nothing but this palm tree...
And your time together will be ACES!!
Ok...I never promised the story wouldn't be cheesy.
Now, if you'll excuse me...I may not be getting any sand between my toes but I have a palm tree I need to search for cocoNUTS. Ahem...
And now, a few words from the best fiancé EVER...Logan (thanks for loving my crazy family, baby!):
It's so easy to get caught up in the flow of things, isn't it?
You work all day, and face it, when you get home...it's just a different kind of work. Cooking, cleaning, terrorizing a stinky cat.
Good thing my mother in law came to the rescue with an at home vacation kit.
It's been cloudy, a little cold...but have no fear! I can now put a palm tree on my junk and head straight for the sun with my new P'Cozy.
Nothing like a crocheted reminder from your MIL to take vacations into your own...er...hands?...slow down and enjoy the heat!
Some weeks it feels like all I ever see is the inside of airports, planes, hotel rooms, & corporate classrooms. Not necessarily the most fun existence. It didn't used to bother me that much, to be honest. I love adventure, meeting new people, & exploring new places.
Until recently, when a little thing called love suddenly (and unexpectedly, I might add) has me wishing my life wasn't quite so GO-GO-GO. Especially after 2 months at home without travel interruptions! No matter how awesome my accommodations are, they never seem to measure up to my own bed...mostly because climbing in it at night next to my sweetie is my favorite part of the day.
And let's not talk about what all this travel & airport food does to my sex drive. Good grief!! Who wants to engage in "sexy time" after travel? Have you experienced the bloating that comes with long flights, too much conference center snack food, & over-caffeination?! Not to mention that most of my 36 hours at home will be consumed with unpacking, doing laundry, & repacking. Not exactly a recipe for a night of post-travel passion.
Well....until my mom crocheted these doozies.
Sky's the limit with this latest P'Cozy/V'Cozy duo! I mean...look at this little jet plane...he's actually smiling! My mom found a way to put a happy face on travel. And no matter how tired I am after five days of intense corporate coaching work...how could I POSSIBLY resist my man coming at me wearing this happy little fella?!
Answer: I cannot.
BOOM! I am suddenly laughing my way into "sexy time," bloating & exhaustion be damned!
If you need between 9pm Friday & 4pm Sunday (when I board my next plane), you're out of luck. I'm gonna don my rainbow, put a "do not disturb" sign on my door, & let my man take flight.
Wheels up in T-minus 24 hours...
Some words you are never prepared to hear your mother say...like, DILDO. Wish I was kidding. But I'm not. Because that's the answer I got when she proposed a new line of crocheted fun for the P'Cozy empire she apparently wants to build.
ME: "Mom, what's a D'Cozy?"
MOM: "It's for all the single girls, honey...you know...covers for their dildos."
(**because apparently they have multi-dildo collections?!**).
Turns out the idea here is that single girls still have choices...like what kind of a man she wants BOB to be tonight (BOB = Battery Operated Boyfriend).
Is she feeling primal?! Perhaps CAVE-Man is her pick. Feeling a bit more upscale...like she wants to be wined & dined?! Well...then BUSINESS-Man is clearly the right choice. Needing a rescue or just to leap tall buildings in a single bound? Grab SUPER-Man!!
Of course I had to ask Logan what he thought.
Um...I AM a man? I questioned myself and the open box in front of me.
Is this like role playing? Can I be a caveman, a business man or Superman?
Not for me.
It's for all you single ladies out there.
Covers for your plastic/rubber/latex/whatever junk!
Which is fine by me...because they all seemed to run a little........small.
PS--I find the business man extremely creepy. He reminds me of that guy from American Psycho. I didn't know yarn could be that scary...
My mom is at it again...just in time for Valentine's Day. Because nothing says you love the one you're with like a cozy for his or her private parts. This just goes to prove that adding hearts & flowers to just about ANYTHING can make it a tad bit more romantic.
When asked for his thoughts on the matter, my fiancé responded in a way that betrays the fact we've been watching The Bachelor together (like you aren't?!). What can we say...just because we've got our happy ending doesn't mean we don't wanna see others find theirs too.
On TV. In real life. In the bedroom. Happy endings are just plain fun! ;-)
P.S. Mom doesn't just design & create these things...she does a little marketing on the side! Every set comes with a hand written note card so we know the story or inspiration behind it. Here's the note that came with this set:
For that cozy romantic evening, let p'cozies set the mood!! Birthday, Valentine's Day, anniversary or date night...love is in the air!!
The things my poor fiancé has to endure. I asked him to write what it was like to be starting a new year as part of my family (to be officially joined in August of 2016...I hope these shenanigans don't change his mind). Oh good. The word 'change' just got autocorrected to 'chafe.' I hope he doesn't chafe his mind. But that is probably happening. More than I care to admit. Good grief...
And now, from the mind of Logan...
Starting off my New Year with a “Bang!” Maybe…
Ever think to yourself “Hey, ‘my boom-stick ‘gets kind of cold around this time of year…I wish there were something I could do to keep warm”?
Fortunately(?) I don’t need to worry about that – courtesy of my soon to be mother-in-law.
Yes, you read that right. Mother-in-law. Crocheting what is technically a cover for my junk.
Oh! But true to fashion I was not the only one granted with a gift. Oh no! My fiancee got a special…"gift"…too.
It’s cold here in the desert, but we will be staying nice and warm, if not maybe a little itchy.
The Who's Who of Happyville
We're more like a cast of characters than actual grown-ups. We laugh a lot & have ridiculous conversations about crocheted covers for your naughty bits. Did I mention "we" is myself, my fiancé & my MOM?! For real. You can't make this stuff up. But we can share what our weird little minds do when we're not being productive members of society (although if you ask me...this project has been QUITE productive!).
First time bride at 41. I had 2 cats & my mom was one of my besties before I had a man. It was 4 decades...that doesn't just stop on a dime, ya know.
Artist at heart. Moved from NYC to Vegas for love. Found the woman of my dreams... and her crazy mom.
I got this...
Grandmother, retired social worker, & crochet enthusiast. Formerly known for her grandson's cute hats, she decided to change things up to get people talking about taboo subjects in a healthy way. You can take the girl out of Social Work...