I try my damnedest not to think about death. I mean, I *just* turned 28, have two young and AWESOME kids and an AWESOME husband who just bought me a MacBook Pro for my birthday – needless to say, things are alright at the moment.
Geez, Debbie Downer. This is supposed to be a FUNNY website. Get on with it already.
Sometimes thoughts arise and it can’t be helped. I’ve thought about what I would want for my funeral and reception but only in small details. Pink tulips, gerbera daisies and Norman Greenbaum’s Spirit in The Sky.
Oh, and booze. Lots and lots of booze.
One thing I have not thought about was my casket.
Frig, this really is a downer. There’s FUNNY, I PROMISE! Stick with me peeps.
A casket should be a personal decision, since well, you’re going to be in it a long time. Good thing I found this, because now I can cross that off my list too.
A wicker casket.
OH, HELLZ YES!!
I want mine to come with a carpet of flowers too.
Speaking of wicker, there are NOT enough crafts of wicker on this site. We definitely need more, because without wicker life is really dull.
Ya, I was trying to forget her too. Then, as I perused the archives of our Craftastrophe emails I came across this birdbrain.
It’s okay to call her that, she doesn’t mind. I asked.
She’s a bit squirrely… but lovable all the same.
She’s a member of the Fae Protectorate, a disciple in all the ways of tiny-fighting, and yet such a glamorous maven of sensuality and fashion.
“disciple in all the ways of tiny-fighting”? So is my ten-month-old. That kid can throw down like nobody’s business.
Yet another way our human errors have attached themselves to the aether, this little fairy darling took it a step too far and traded in her wings and weapons for a pair of boots and a shiny dress.
Wha?
Although mistaken in her racial identity, don’t think for a second that she’s lost her fairy abilities. She’ll just as likely stick her high heel through your eye as kiss you. I don’t know which one would be worse…
Well, if I had one eye then I could wink and tada! she’s gone!
One of a kind art doll comes with handmade dress, boots and accessories. Her ‘hair’ is coyote fur and glass beads, and her head is squirrel.
Mmmmm. Squirrel skull. It’s what’s for breakfast.
DOES NOT come with demon skull prop. You CAN order a demon skull prop, convo me.
Damn! The skull prop is what sold me on this fairy-like goddess. *snicker* Kinda like the Coffee Fairy, *link NSFW* only not.
Dear Twilight Fans,
Put the glitter down. Stop putting your body pillows in the freezer. No amount of glitter is going to turn your mom’s frozen rock hard couch cushions into the Edward Cullen you are dying to lay your warm body against. Take the ice cubes outta your panties. Back away from the Twilight series.
Besides, Edward? Has the exact persona of a miserable, 40 year old housewife. I HAVE PROOF.
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.
