Of all the items I’ve come across since we started Craftastrophe, I don’t know that I’ve been as concerned for a crafter as I am right now. This individual has actually successfully creeped me right the f*ck out – which was no doubt, the reaction they were hoping to garner.
Yet, I am completely amazed by the amount of detail that has gone into creating this little zombie family.
A shrine to Barbie, complete with a zombie cookie.
Um. Riiiigght.
Padded cell for one please!
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Forget a Christmas wreaths. Here’s some for the whole year ’round!
And if that’s not great enough.
I can keep it up all year! Maybe even use it as a nightlight for the kids.
That outta keep them scared sh*tless at night which means they won’t be getting out of bed – and if they do? It goes on their bedroom wall.
It makes you want to raid your kid’s toy box, doesn’t it? Yes. Yes, it does.
No Barbies in the house? No worries!
I’m making this one from all my kid’s crap.
No kids? No trouble; here’s one for you!
You get a double dose of Teh Crazy.
Raid your local paint store for all their chips and you can create wreaths to match every friggin’ room in the house!
Thanks to Tracy Lee and Kristen!
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Before I get to today’s Craftastrophe (which really, you should stick around for because OH MY DAYS it’s funny horrifying), I must tell you the good news!
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I’m alright with breastfeeding. I mean, it’s not my favourite thing in the whole world – I’d definitely take pizza and beer over having a child suck milk from my tatas – so I’m not entirely partial to the idea of preserving my milk forever.
A token of remembrance for the time that my infant sons breastfed? Um.. aren’t they token enough? The proof that my milk was substantial enough to sustain a human life?
Besides, wouldn’t it be a little uncomfortable when my boys reach their teens and I explain to them that I expressed my milk in a container and mailed it off to some stranger to encase in resin to memorialize it?
I shudder at the thought. But, then again, it’s only my thought because I’m sure there are some people out there that think it’s a marvelous idea and wish they had done it while they were nursing.
(Hmmm…. maybe I can make a buck or two selling those ladies my lactation?)
Breastfeeding has changed my life, expanded my mind, and connected me to my boys in ways I could have never imagined. I am so very passionate about my children and amazed that my milk has helped them grow so beautifully. What an extraordinary power to MAKE MILK, and I woud(sic) do anything to preserve that forever.
I’ve never put that much thought into it. I mean sure, it’s a fact of life, mammals do that, I just don’t know that I could be that passionate about a liquid I can shoot from my breast up to a distance of four feet. Not that I’ve tried or anything because that would just be truly disturbing. Nor have I used it to fend of sexual advances from my husband. Nope. Not ever.
You will need to ship your milk to me. I only need a small amount, aprox around a tablespoon, and it needs to be shipped securely in a sealed bag, breastmilk bags have worked well as they are thick (double bagging is helpful).
I wonder if I’m allowed to send liquid cross border? You think the border guards would have the FBI hunt me down for shipping breast milk? Throw me in jail – Guantanamo Bay – for trying to export a “dangerous” substance into the US?
My breasts. Weapons of Mass Destruction.
Thanks to Rockle for sending us this one.
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