I'm a bit of a safety nut. I'm always anticipating the worst thing that could happen. Basically, I'm my father's daughter. So when I saw this chunky glass choker:
My first thought was "I hope that thing is tempered! What if it broke? What if you tripped? What if someone knocked into you? Oh, the humanity!"
I can personally guarantee you that no one will be wearing anything close to it! Only you!
Ya think?
{Source} $750, any glass removal surgery extra
File under: stuff that makes me bang my head on my desk.
Note to genius designer - hands were meant to be USED, not to have their fingers yoked together in some kind of modern finger slavery.
And then someone ate a bird, guts, feathers and all, and then coughed it up on your hand. "Tribal" my butt.
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Ok, it's whimsical, it's a "statement" necklace (I HAAAATE that term), it's meant to be cute and charming. But you know what turns this necklace from merely annoying into a real Craftastrophe?
The white spots. They didn't bother to get out their Exacto or jigsaw or what-have-you and trim out the white spots. That drives me crayzeeeeeee. Quality counts, people. Show your work.
{Source} $59 worth of Flying Acrobats
I had a bit of an argument with LaurieWrites about this one. She said it was not a true Craftastrophe - that it was actually more pathetic and sad than funny.
I had to override her on this one. I mean, it isn't the best Craftastrophe ever, but my inner 12-year-old boy just couldn't pass up the opportunity to use the phrase "Felt Balls."
{Source} $40 worth of fuzzy balls
My first thought was "I hope that thing is tempered! What if it broke? What if you tripped? What if someone knocked into you? Oh, the humanity!"
