Friday, March 25, 2011

Bitter Tea

My stomach is growling. Pandora told me that I couldn't skip anymore songs. And I just found out that the shit head that I ordered two very expensive wigs from on Etsy is a re-seller. Yes. Feeling a little fizzled out indeed.

Sometimes the world just seems like such a big pile of bullshit that I no longer know how to react to it. I know I am not the only one. A few of you shared your empathy by commenting on my post about being myself. Jane wrote a great post on her blog last week addressing the question of whether anyone even wants to hear the truth anymore. Heck. Spend a few minutes on Regretsy and read some of the comments there. Talk about a collective of people who are tired of playing nice. Regretsy has become one of my favorite places to hang out. It's nice to know that I am not the only one who thinks that society is just insulting my intelligence.

Let's break this down into bite size portions. Since I'm so close to the topic, let's start with Etsy. Touted as "the" place for buying and selling handmade and vintage, Etsy has become a mecca of weird crap and things that are not even remotely handmade. Once again, visit Regretsy and see the big picture. A huge percentage of items on Etsy are indeed mass produced items that are being sold as handmade. And the sellers of this mass produced finery are making a killing. Besides resellers, there are people who are selling junk. I'm not talking about useless items. I am talking about actual garbage. Rusty cans and moldy boots. Hexes and spells and spirits bound to magical jewels. What the hell? And you don't even want to know the rest.

This clowning makes the rest of us on Etsy look like fools. I actually make the items in my shop. I get needles jabbed in my fingers. I cuss at my sewing machines. I spend countless hours working patterns out by hand. It's not easy. Yet, I get very few orders. I cannot afford to re-list my items five times a day so they don't get buried in the sea of stuff. And I can't afford to charge any less for them or I would be losing money. But if I were buying my items bulk and then reselling them for triple my cost...... you see where this is going.

Now. I have always been a big fan of fashion design. I have subscribed to fashion magazines since I was old enough to fill out the order form. But these days I am utterly perplexed by what is being sent down the runways. This should sum it all up: I have this little game I play whenever I get a new fashion magazine. I flip through the pages that highlight the latest and greatest items and play "one per page". If I could have one item from each of these pages, which item would I choose? It used to be a fun little practice of fantasy and taste. But recently, I have been going through entire magazines and not seeing one single thing that I would like to have. The designs are so absurd. Or just plain ugly.

I know there are great designers out there. The spring runways did have some winners. Jason Wu and Donna Karen stand out in my mind. But the magazines just want to showcase the most hideous stuff. Stella McCartney's citrus print? Prada's monkeys and bananas? I don't get it. Why is it that if you have a big prestigious name, no one will call you out for doing dumb things? Why are people not saying "You seriously expect us to want to wear that?" I'll tell you why. It's because too many people do not make up their own mind anymore. They rely on someone else to tell them what they are supposed to like. How they are supposed to look. Where they are supposed to want to go. We are a society of mass produced clones.

I trust that you all know that I am making a broad generalization here. And if you truly adore Stella's citrus print from the bottom of your heart, I have no argument with that. But I think you will all agree that there is a certain amount of brainwashing that seems to go on in our society. Most of my readers, as far as I can tell, are opinionated people, perfectly capable of making their own decisions. So I want to know what you think. Is the media indeed dumbing us down?

You know, when I found out about the wig sellers on Etsy getting called out for reselling, the money that I wasted was not the first thing that come to my mind. Of course, that bothered me. But what bothered me more was the fact that this girl so blatantly claimed to handmake those wigs. She talked about her process in her profile and even had a blog where she frequently updated about her "work" and how busy she was trying to fill orders. As a matter of fact, when I sent her a convo about one of my orders she replied with "I am just now finishing your wig up!". How can people do that? Does no one even recognize the truth anymore?

This, my friends, is why I am feeling fizzled out. I believe that resellers and bad design and media control all go back to one thing. Lack of truth. Do magazine editors truthfully love the things that they write such high accolades about? Are all of us truthfully examining our hearts when we show our support for something? Do you truthfully know who you are and what you like? In trying to get back to the core of who I really am, my true self, I have found that my own opinions get blurred by what media throws at me. And now I re-evaluate my favorites list on Etsy, trying to make sure that I don't stand behind and cheer for anymore resellers. I feel like everything is a big lie. But I don't want to be. I don't want to be a lie. I want to be real. And truthful. And personal. How about you?


How is it that I keep getting new followers? I'm not quite sure. But I really appreciate it!

I have been such a slacker on posting lately. I know, you kind of expect that from me, right? But I have just been feeling really fizzled out these days. I have a lot to say about it and where I think it comes from, but it will have to wait. I'm headed to my mom's right now to have leftovers for lunch. Yay!

I will be back later, hopefully, with an explanation to my lackluster attitude (maybe even with pictures!). Until then, I hope the sun is shining wherever you are.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

May I Introduce You:

As you all know, there are plenty of sellers on Etsy that garner a whole lot of hoopla that they do not really deserve. I'm not being mean. It is just the truth. It baffles me how some sellers get so much attention while others who truly deserve the spotlight hardly get a chance.

So when I run across such a talented artist as Rose Wong, I just have to share it with as many people as I can. This girl's work knocks my socks off!

The title of Rose's shop is Go Happy, which is good advice for all of us. Yet her art conjures up so many emotions.

This one, in particular, is killing me. (I will probably be ordering it before the day is out.) I have felt like my heart was doing just that before, haven't you?

The complexity of her work just amazes me. Yet, even with all the pattern and detail, Rose's pieces still emit a certain sort of calm. A sort of zen.

In case you are wondering about her medium, most of her art is traditionally drawn with good ol' ink pens and then colored in digitally. As a student at Pratt Institute with a major in Illustration, I believe that Rose Wong has an amazing future ahead of her. What do you think?

Please click over and take a look at Rose's store. I just picked a few of my favorite pieces to share with you. There are plenty more, though, all enticingly priced.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Things About Me.....

I'm not sure why I feel compelled to do some soul sharing, but I do. It has always been brought to my attention that I am not a person that can easily be thrown into any particular category. This could possibly be why.

Things about me....... that could piss other people off.

*I think weddings are a waste of money.
*I love to eat meat. And, as a matter of fact, I love real leather and real fur.
*I really don't like cats.
*Crying children make me want to scream.
*I have a devout belief in God, but have absolutely no faith in church at all.

Things about me....... that piss my husband off.

*I have absolutely no desire whatsoever to have children.
*I see nothing wrong with interracial relationships. (don't blame him. everyone around here
was brought up that way.)
*I want a house instead of just a garage.
*I actually enjoy going to the beach and doing nothing.
*I like going places by myself.

Things about me........ that piss my parents off.

*I married a guy that wants a garage instead of a house.
*I have absolutely no faith in church.
*I love getting tattooed.
*I say "shit" more than they do.
*I tend to vocalize my opinions.

Other things about me that probably don't make sense:
*I do yoga, but I love watching people beat the shit out of eachother. (doesn't really go with that whole "non-harming" idea.)
*I recycle, but I don't want to ever have to drive an electric car. While on the subject, I also think that America should really start using their own oil.
*I freak out if anything in the house is not stacked straight, hanging straight or an inch out of place. But I could care less if the bath tub doesn't get scrubbed.

I could go on and on and on. But because I love you, and I have no idea why you just put yourself through the pain of reading that, I won't.
You guys are so great. Your comments always make me happy. Truly. You have no idea how much your positive words mean to me. I guess it just makes me wonder if any of you would actually like me if you knew me. Sometimes I think that I must not be able to get along with anyone. I have never kept a lot of close friends. Especially female ones. But I think that its because I know who I am and I make no apologies for it. I say what I mean and I don't candy coat things to make others feel better. Girls tend to not take too well to that sort of friendship. They would rather you pet them and tell them that they are brilliant and then talk trash with them about every other female that they know.

I'm going nowhere with this. I know what I want to say, but I just can't figure out how to say it. You see, I get a big kick out of diversity. Just because I believe something or like something doesn't mean that I think you should believe it or like it. And I have a hard time understanding people who think that their opinion is the only right one. I know there are moral and logical and theoretical arguments for everything under the moon. But do you really think they are worth an argument? My husband thinks that recycling is pointless. I don't care what he thinks. I just keep on doing what I think I should. Other people think that I am selfish and vain for not wanting children. Should they be able to ridicule me for it? And can two people who are completely opposite end of the spectrum kinds of different still be friends?

The well is deep, my dears. Very deep.

Friday, March 4, 2011

The devil made me do it.

Girl Scout cookies = Spawn of Satan

Just when you think the coast is clear and all the Valentine's candy is gone.

Wednesday, March 2, 2011


I want to be outside right now working in my yard. Unfortunately, my nasal cavities feel like they have acid running through them and I have a smashing headache right behind my eyes. It seems as though I have developed allergies. Yay. Just what I always wanted.

I thought now would be a good time to share a few pics from our trip to Atlanta. I'm sure that most of you couldn't care less about a motocross race. But this is what we do. We race. And being there at the Georgia Dome for this event was crazy fantastic for everyone in our little group.

Our friend's son got to have lots of pictures made with all the pretty girls. (and there are A LOT of stupidly hot girls at the Supercross. makes a normal girl feel quite homely.)

But who cares?! I got to have my picture taken with Cary Hart. I'm not one to give a crap about meeting celebrities. But when that celebrity can do a backflip on a dirtbike? Hells yeah.

Our friend J, me and the Hubs.

Our seats were right behind the starting gate. Not the best place in the house to see all of the track, but it was pretty cool to get to see the racers come out and line up right in front of us.

The racing was awesome. The opening ceremony was kick ass. Getting to hang out in the pits and watch the mechanics and racers getting ready was priceless. Now, if only we can get that little guy in the top photo to this point. He's really good. Just wait till he gets a few more years on him. Maybe we'll get to see him race here some day.