Craftastrophe » Stranger Than a Duck Wearing a Thong

Aye, like a map of Ireland

Samantha Jo — Wed, 17 Mar 2010 17:00:41 +0000

Today is St. Patrick’s Day and even those without a touch o’ Irish pumping through their veins seem to be celebrating. I mean, it’s a free pass to inhale corned beef and Guinness right? But if partaking in traditional food and drink seem too commonplace for you, if you’re really looking to spice it up a bit, then might I suggest this lovely little number:

I mean really. You won’t even NEED a shirt that says ”Kiss me, I’m Irish!” because the ladies will come a’ chargin’!

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Yes, while Samantha is indeed part Irish you will not be seeing any foreign materials encompassing her face.

Not the same, but still fun:

Pink Pachyderm

Elly Lou (BugginWord) — Mon, 08 Mar 2010 13:58:59 +0000

I’ve spent years of my life searching for the perfect hot pink pachyderm with yellow polka dots and bright green tusks. Who hasn’t? I never dreamed of finding a specimen as wondrous as this one. Imagine my excitement when I found this little beauty has the added bonus of angry hand-painted eyebrows that say:

“I went to an Ivy League College, not a 3-ring circus.”

I bet it looks even classier under a black light. Then again, what doesn’t?

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Elly Lou gets her blog on over at BugginWord.com. Beware of unicorns – especially the angry ones.

Not the same, but still fun:

Saw’s New Leading Lady!

Gillian — Sat, 06 Mar 2010 04:40:31 +0000

Who doesn’t want half a bald lady shoved in a candle stick greeting all their guest? Yep, this is Ane. She may have lost all her hair, had a few joint replacements and is missing her bottom half, but that doesn’t make her any less creepy lovable, now does it!? Britney wishes she had those cheekbones to correctly pull off this look! Watch for her to make her debut as Jigsaw’s baby mama in Saw 46 or whatever the next one is… Cheers to that, we should celebrate her success! Now, what did I do with all my candlesticks?

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Gillian Wright keeps it real about kids, crafts, organizing, and (lack of) housework at Mrs. Wright, Gone Wrong.

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Poop Dove

sam {temptingmama} — Sat, 09 Jan 2010 20:44:44 +0000

Love the concept, but the execution leaves little to be desired.

I mean, unless you walk around all day with your skirt splayed by the hem, people are just going to think you shit yourself. And that’s just awkward for everyone.

My tags all read ‘L’ but I perfer to say they’re ‘M’ too. Just sayin’.

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Note to self:

sam {temptingmama} — Fri, 13 Nov 2009 17:00:16 +0000

Next trip to the groomer, make a point of telling them NO. LION. MANE. MULLETS.

Seriously? That shit borders on animal abuse.

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Not the same, but still fun:

Don’t know about you, but I ain’t gonna be cold this fall

sam {temptingmama} — Sun, 20 Sep 2009 12:34:35 +0000

From the listing:

… I feel as if I’ve only begun my exploration about the realm of the half-round. Oh yes, more iterations definitely to come.

Can I just tell you? I AM GIDDY WITH ANTICIPATION.

Yes. I had to yell. I AM THAT EXCITED!!

Oh, you think I’m joking, don’t you?

I am so NOT joking.

Mmmm. MEAT.

This could only be better if it where Mac n’ Cheese Loaf instead of Olive Loaf.

Pass the mustard!

These are By. Far. the best shawls I’ve seen. I am so over the pashmina and all about the Corndog Cape Shawl.

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Yet, I still have an urge to shove my face between them

sam {temptingmama} — Fri, 21 Aug 2009 01:23:26 +0000

In college I owned a lime green jacket made of vinyl. I thought I was the hottest thing around.

Yes. Vinyl. Lime green. I can’t tell you how badly I wish I had a picture for you.

It was 2001. Yes. I. KNOW.

My then (sexual relations) buddy thought it was amazing, HOT, and totally sexy.

He’s now my husband thankyouverymuch.

He was right about one thing. Totally hot. Like sweaty just breathing hot. Sweat dripping down your back hot. Don’t-even-bother-dancing-or-you-will-cook-from-the-inside-out HOT.

Kinda like Ross’ leather pants.

I can’t watch that without giggling uncontrollably.

I have no idea how to properly segue this so I’ll just say: Hot. Boobies.

What? It’s late. I’m tired. Suck it. *snort*

Um. Wha?

Uh. Okay.

Wait. Wait! It gets better! I swear!

A complete unitard of latex with inflatable bewbs.

Now that? THAT’S HOT.

(P.S. In the crotch area? There’s some metal-ish beads / pins / clasps. Don’t ask what that’s all about. I suspect some access point. You know? Like a spanx hole?

{source} — The shop has some um, other random fetish items if you’re so inclined. Consider yourself warned.

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It’s Truly a Pleasure…

sam {temptingmama} — Thu, 04 Jun 2009 02:55:42 +0000

Clearly I am missing something here. Us? A guilty pleasure? I think it’s more like that trainwreck you can’t tear yourself from no matter how hard you try. Craftastrophe is the equivalent of toilet paper stuck to your shoe while you walk around the hottest most trendiest bar in the city. It’s the spinach stuck between your teeth when you smile at The Guy you’ve been crushing on For-Evah!

We’ve been a little slow around here (As if you haven’t noticed. Seriously? The emails begging for posts? So awesome!), we’ve broken our feed (Can’t seem to get that bitch back online. Feedburner is a red-headed step child. I’d so like to give it a beat down.), and yet you’re still here.

No I am not crying. I have something stuck in my eye. And I’m still sick, leemeealone.

So really, it’s not like I should even bother asking since you’ve done so much already just by hanging around while we get our poop together; but I’m going to. I’m going to ask you for one more teenie tiny little thing.

A vote.

Since we got our butts beaten so badly in the other award thingie. No matter. It’s not like we didn’t have some stiff competition – like um, ETSY! Seriously. No one has a chance against a gem like that.

Especially one that showcases beauts like this:

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I think of both a neti pot and tea when I see this: and that’s not very comforting. Not in the least.

Can I just say that I worry that the refuse from the nostril opposite the neti pot would drip in my mouth and I ain’t havin’ none of that.

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Um. What the what?!

That how you Craftastrophe lovers make my boogers feel. Like dancing.

Git down wit yer bad self.

So, if you have a moment, please stop by and vote DAILY for Craftastrophe at the Social Luxe Lounge.

Click the image at the top of the post (OR THIS LINK), or the one in the sidebar (OR THIS LINK) and help us beat the pants off those other wannabe Guilty Pleasures.

HALP!

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I Think My Cat Left One Like This on My Carpet

sam {temptingmama} — Fri, 08 May 2009 13:55:26 +0000

First off, your comments on Guess That Mess! are hilarious! I totally love them, thank you for playing along. It was so great, we’re contemplating making it a regular feature here at Craftastrophe.

And without further ado, the Mess? Though I much perfer some of your answers, the jacket it made of synthetic doll hair, Spanish Moss, and jute.

I had to google the later since I have NO idea what the heck ‘jute’ is.

Okay, so I googled Spanish Moss as well.

A jacket? If the sleeves where only a touch longer they could be wrapped around the body and fastened behind to resemble another kind of jacket.

Justine’s comment made me spit coffee all over my computer:

Ummm – a horrifically misguided attempt at making fake vomit?

A sweater or coat made from shed dog fur? With nicotine-stained glue-gun applique?

A loofah and mucus sculpture?

A coat made of human hair? (Please don’t be pubic hair, please don’t be pubic hair…)

And you! to! can own this jacket for a mere $525!

Maybe for that price they’ll toss in the skinned doll heads? Hey, you could ask!

Or how about this?

I don’t know what’s funnier: the fact that I actually wretched at the sight of this or it’s title, “Not Yet Titled”.

Oh, and this one? $1,300. The Stained Industrial Elastic? $3,500.

Yes. Yes it is.

Why didn’t I become an artist?

{source: hair jacket, elastic band art, “Not Yet Titled“}

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Can’t You See I’m Working Here?

sam {temptingmama} — Fri, 01 May 2009 12:42:06 +0000

Know how when you’re working on something Top Secret, like your blog that your family or co-workers know nothing about, and you just want to keep it private? So you sit hunched over your monitor trying to block the vision of prying eyes. You glace around the room suspiciously scanning for those eyes which are peering in your direction and could maybe even read that address bar from across the room where by getting your blog URI and sharing it with all of Starbucks. The very same Starbucks that your sister-in-law is known to frequent and *gasp* may hear about your blog!?

Fear not dear reader, because this beaut can cure your fear of blogging in public!

Or how about that delish sandwich you picked up from the deli downstairs? You don’t want your boss to see you eating on the job, or gawd forbid a co-worker get a whiff of your scrumptious tuna sandwich and come over to talk about how great your lunch smells and then proceeding to hang around and watch you chew while they ask a MILLION questions even though they KNOW your mouth is full of scrumptious sangwhich.

Hide out peeps. Hide out while sitting at your desk while totally inconspicuous.

Ever not answer your cell because your hand gets cold while walking during those frigid winter months? Just think of the possible calls you could have missed? Dane Cook calling to tell you he wants to be your Baby Daddy? Matthew McConaughey calling to say he’s leaving Camilia for you? You won the Publisher’s Clearing House? How about a publisher wanting to take your tacky blog which makes fun of people’s creations and making it into a coffee table book?

Hey, it could happen. It ALL could happen.

But because your hand would have frozen to the core and you can’t lose your hand because then blogging at Starbucks would be far more difficult to conceal while pounding away at the key board with a stump frozen limb you didn’t answer the phone.

And what about those all too Top Secret passwords which open the gates to your online life? Imagine that Starbucks creeper, spying you from across the room and seeing the magical string of letters, number and symbols you type, then announcing it publicly to the Starbucks crowd at the location your sister-in-law frequents?

Seriously people, Teh Horror!

And instead of cupping your hand over the other while you hen peck out the Magical Password while peering around the room for said Creeper, you could be confident in your password’s safety.

Totally off topic.

What’s with all the Macs everywhere? The universe is taunting me people. UN. FAIR.

Thanks Nicole!

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P.S. Sternlab has some of the funniest and most amazing things. I LOVE IT!! Frankly I think Becky Stern is brilliant and I wouldn’t mind rubbing on her. Just sayin’.