I have never, ever, EVER understood the appeal of Hello Kitty.
Ever.
I mean, look at her. Even as a little girl, I didn’t get it when the preppy girls in my class would ohh and ahh over Hello Kitty erasers and pencils and pencil cases and whatever else they could get their mitts on that had that boring white cat on it.
I liked Garfield. Garfield was sarcastic.
I liked Tom, of Tom and Jerry. He had drive, spunk and a mean streak.
Hello Kitty just sits there.
You know what else I don’t get? Fetuses. I didn’t ohh and ahh over any of my pre-half-time ultrasounds. After 20 weeks I noticed my oldest was sucking his thumb and had feet. I was cool with that.
I feel like Christmas has come early for me. The other day, just as I was wondering what new Craftastrophe should be the subject of my next post, I opened up Facebook to find a glorious bounty of craftastrophic photos courtesy of my friend AJ. I’m not sure where these Santas live, or who’s responsible for them, but they’re truly magnificent in their awfulness. My only regret is that I was not there to witness them in person. Ladies and gents, I give you “The Twelve Days of Craftastmas.”
On the first day of Craftastmas my true love gave to me a shrivel-armed Santa waving…
I wanted to hate these, I really did. Because I have a love affair with Nightmare Before Christmas I automatically hate anything that I feel may threaten its amazingness.
But damn it. These are really freakin cute. Jack Skellington, Sally and Zero rubber duckies! Absolutely adorable and totally well played. Well played, indeed.
It’s that time of year again. Nope, not stocking hanging time. Not family vacation time. Not even annoying Christmas music time.
It’s the time of year when I start online shopping for the holidays.
This evening I was browsing Etsy for something to get my mother, who at 64 has everything she needs and most things she wants (at least within my budget) and gets harder and harder to come with creative ideas for.
My mother is also a notorious dog enthusiast with a specific penchant (at the moment) for Pugs. Lucky for me, Etsy is a gold mine when it comes to creepy Pug related craft gifts.
Like these!
At a mere $2.99, who wouldn’t want the world’s creepiest hang tags? {source}
I don’t know if I hate it or love it. It is a hand felted wool coat. I mean, LOOK at it. It’s really different. But then, the edges are uneven and the felt looks kind of itchy. Here’s a close up:
The little felty squiggles that mimic a winter tree? Awesome. The flyaway fuzzy felt that will get up your nose and into your lungs and choke you to death? Not awesome. I know this took a buttload of time and skill to make. I also know that I wouldn’t pay $1500.00 dollars for it. Because, well, it’s felt. Help me out here, what do you think?
