I could have sworn I left it right here on the counter. Where did it go?
Oh, there it is. Now if I could just find my croutons….
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Posted by flutter
on February 23, 2011
Animals May Have Been Harmed in the Making of This Craftastrophe,
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Disturbing Things We Should Never Own,
For The Insane,
Guess This Mess!,
I Want to Punch a Crafter,
Jewelry Not Found in Great Aunt Mary's Vanity,
Ornamental Psychosis,
Stranger Than a Duck Wearing a Thong,
Um. WTF?,
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This is inspired by Dexter and by the idea that murderous newborns are funny.
Um, clearly you have missed the point of Dexter, and do not understand the word “funny.”
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Renee is speechless.
God dammit, what the fuck is this?
Is that another animal hat?
Is your head supposed to be going into its ass, or coming out of it?
Wait, what?
It’s not just a hat?
Alice is a fluffyAustralian Koala wearable puppet hat. Wearing her own Trashion hat, made from ‘Plarn’.
Totally unique.
One Of A Kind.
A ‘double take’ hat-puppet,it was my entry in the 2008 Alice Springs Beanie Festival’s International Competition.
‘Alice’ won a close second in the People’s Choice Award, narrowly missing first by 4 votes.
Alice has her own hat also, which is crocheted out of a recycled rain poncho, this attaches on over her ears, and can be taken off, or put back on
With your hand in the head area, you can manipulate her mouth to ‘eat’ the leaf.
Wait, now I’m just more confused!
Since when is there an international beanie festival?
What the fuck is plarn?
And why would I ever pay $500 for a puppet to wear on my head?!
Dammit, Australia, you have won the international crazy crafter competition once again.
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Renee likes plarn on toast.
I don’t get vagina art.
I’m not one of those women who’s freaked out by genitals, either–I like my vagina–but it strikes me as immodest to hang your junk out for the world to see. It also seems cruel to force the more prudish people out there, the ones who aren’t even comfortable with their own junk, let alone other people’s, to be unexpectedly confronted with a vagina.
“Oh, hey Sally, what’s that necklace your wearing?”
“Oh, it’s a polymer vagina.”
<Swoon>
And I was raised in the SF Bay Area, home of progressive attitudes toward genitalia. So I have to think that there’s some disconnect going on (maybe it’s a result of all the BPAs?) in certain women (and men) that makes them think “art” like this is anything other than unnecessary.
What could it be? Is it a stick figure lady? Is it an apple with arms?
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