And then he threw a pillow at me…
Last night’s dream was a product of bad sleep, too much beer and gaming.
Heapfrag and I were living in a large, open house with both cats and an unnamed dog. I looked out the window and saw a lion pacing around the back garden. Immediately I yelled for him and ran outside to get both cats and dog inside while trying to call 911. Heapfrag seemed unconcerned, which made me very upset. We got the pets inside. The 911 operator was arguing with me, saying I must have seen something other than a giant cat. It made me so angry I stormed out of the house and ducked into a greenhouse (this was a pretty lavish property we were living in) to try and get another look at the lion.
Instead it appeared that an entire zoo had been released. I walked outside, a bit in shock, trying to take in the giraffes and various animals strolling casually through the yard, when I remembered there was at least one lion and took off running back to the house. Once inside, I couldn’t find Heapfrag and began frantically searching for him, afraid he had gone back outside. I found an underground passage leading from the house’s basement. I knew it went to another part of the yard.
I saw Heapfrag up ahead of me and hurried after. The passage let out onto a yard filled with rhinos and people playing some sort of cricket. When I caught up to Heapfrag and started yelling at him about the cats and animals and leaving me alone with them, he laughed and grabbed a pillow off a nearby bed sitting on the grass. He threw the pillow at me and told me not to be silly, the animals were our guests.
New print in my shop! Yes, this one. Taming the Beast - Scorcha - #artfire http://www.artfire.com/ext/shop/product_view/4462235
This morning it was fresh made Vietnamese coffee and gourmet doughnuts.
Then an amazing cup of coffee from my brand new air press.
Later there was Korean tacos & street dumplings, overwhelming used bookstore and comic book store.
Followed by fancy pizza and this beauty, the Chocolate Suicide Cake. Overall a very amazing day.
Wonderful article on the importance behind the prices of hand-made items. Would be a great read for, say, everyone, but particularly everyone who has ever tried to commission me and told me I was charging too much (which is 80% of people).
Why is this not getting more signal boost.
This right here folks. This.
all you crafters, heads up
This. This right here. Damn.
What people also don’t understand is the time taken to learn and perfect the craft. I’ve had people bitch at me because I’m “withholding information” ie, something i developed MYSELF to SELL. They’re mad because I’m not giving them a SHORTCUT for FREE. You’re paying for the quality of the plush and that quality took time to build. I’m not here to build you a castle if you wave five dollars in front of me and tell me that I’M being greedy.
The drama that happened when I had started selling in the MSPA fan store on etsy was funny because of how nasty and obnoxious the complainer was but the problem was still there: people feel entitled to free shit. I think it was lexxercise that said that media consumers are incredibly spoiled. It’s true. Mass production has made people spoiled and entitled. We sort of expect shit to come out of nowhere.
like fucking miracles.
THIS IS A GOOD POST omg
really though like people have to spend a lot of money on supplies to make crafts??? and from working in retail where stuff was mass-produced I can tell you: the markup is pretty much 200% at all times! we sold the stuff we got from the suppliers for twice what they sold it to us for. THERE IS LIKE ALMOST NO MARKUP ON HANDMADE GOODS. mostly not at all in my experience! just… augh… AUGH, please think about how much time & effort & energy goes into making things even setting aside costs of supplies
blargh blargh this kind of thing makes me really upset and sad
On the note of buying jewelry handmade… read this! <3
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Mini dream - caffeine edition
I bought this really amazing coffee recently. It’s so good, I can drink it cold. I’ve been drinking so much of it that it has invaded my dreams.
I was yelling at someone, just really laying into them in this amorphous gray space. Just absolutely crazy mad, at this person in front of me I couldn’t quite see. Suddenly I was the person being yelled at, and I very defiantly told myself that I should lay off as I hadn’t even had any coffee yet.
Stupid dreams.
Tomorrow’s the last day for free shipping from my shop. Something special will be included with your order as well. No, I’m not telling. It’s a secret.
New nightmare - Twilight edition
The night before last I dreamed that I went to go see the new Twilight movie. I have never read the books or seen the movies, and all I know about it is from friends who like it and websites making fun of it.
I sat in the theater, surrounded by dark silhouettes of people without faces, watching as the vampires slowly bit chunks out of Kristen Stewart’s head. They kept nibbling away, her skull slowly collapsing into itself and warping her face as she mumbled through her lines. No one mentions or made any reference to this in the movie, and when I started screaming to the other people in the theater that this was seriously fucked up, the actors on screen turned and looked at me.
I was very, very glad to wake up.
By the way, I’m offering free shipping in my Artfire shop Friday through Monday, in case you’d like to support an independent artist from the comfort of your couch and give unique handmade items this holiday season. I’m also still taking orders for custom work if you want something specific.
Thanks!
Promising start to a new sketchbook.
