It’s a basket. Full of buttons.
Yes, indeed, that is what it is. To me, this is a semi-craftastrophe. I get that the person has an appreciation for all things made from buttons (see the rest of their shop). And that buttons can be combined in creative ways. But, to me, when this gets all put together, it just…sits there looking buttony. Is buttony a word? Now it is!
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Holy ceramic crap, Batman! Not only is this plate fantastic, it’s on SALE! Honestly, I’m a little nervous to post this for fear one of you will snatch up this find before I can get my PayPal account back in good standing.
Sweet B. A. Baracas she’s got a Peewee Herman plate, too. Throw in a Molly Ringwald cake plate and some Muppet glasses from Burger King, and you could have yourself the most kick ass 80′s dinner party EVER.
I started taking anti-malarial drugs and I was somewhat worried about the side effects. They warn against blurred vision, liver damage and hallucinations.
Am I seeing what I think I’m seeing?
Because if I start seeing things like this all the time, I think I’ll take my chances with the mosquitoes.
“Honey, I got you something really special for Valentine’s Day this year.”
“Is it chocolates?”
“No, better.”
“Is it roses?”
“Better.”
“Diamonds?”
“Way better.”
“Well what is it already?”
“A pretty in lavender candy doll.“
Why waste that $45 on another piece of jewelry? Get her what she really wants this year: grandma’s toilet paper caddy with a skirt made of reception desk mints. It’s the key to any girl’s heart!