by: Libbie Summers
Assisted by: David Dempsey
Label Designs by: Flourish Collaborative
IT’S A HAPPY DAY!!!!! ANNOUNCING…….
Somewhere between a book launch and a baby launch lies the feeling of this exciting SPRINKLE LAUNCH! For nearly a year I’ve been working on this project and I’m excited to announce that today (in my world at least) is National Sprinkle Day! Introducing my line of chic and whimsical story telling SPRINKLES!!! Sprinkles like no other! I’m told I have a story for everything and these whimsical and chic custom sprinkles are no exception. Beautiful colorful confections that render a giggle and sometimes even a belly laugh when decorating any dessert. Sprinkle them on top of highly frosted cupcakes, rim a chic cocktail glass, mix into a basic cookie dough before baking or cover an entire cake…the uses are only limited by your imagination and how much you eat from the jar.
Just the Facts: Size: 7 ounces (enough to decorate up to 6 dozen cupcakes! That’s a lot!!!)
Packaging: Sturdy plastic reusable jars with white metal lids, security seals and artful labels with a fun quote from Libbie Summers on the side to get your dessert conversation started.
Pink pigs on a wild carnival ride of color –think Missouri State Fair goes to Paris.
“Grandma made it clear that day with her switch –one doesn’t name or ride a pig.” Missouri, 1972
French island blues mixed with bright sand whites and a pop of red lip. The only thing missing is a top bun and salty air.
“I knew I loved him even before I knew his eyes were the same color as the sea.” St. Barths, 1992
White snowflakes as far as the eye can see that sparkle in the morning sunlight in the back bowls on Vail mountain.
“There are no friends on a powder day and lunch is for later.” Vail, 1995
White bones buried in a yard of vizsla orange.
“She got birdy in a way we had never seen before…then locked up and came face to face with a pheasant as big as her.” Montana, 2012
Happy as a Pig in Shit
Pink pigs wallowing in a chic pond of chocolate.
“Grandma’s vocabulary was as shocking as the color of her pickles.” Missouri, 1980