I've fallen in love with Etsy, the site where true cottage industries and business-minded craftsters flourish.
There's a million things on sale - everything hand made by someone who's creative or crazy, mostly both it seems.
I've perused handmade bath products, drooling all the while becoz everything seems to be food based. I've looked up all sorts of silly kitsch things that I've dreamed up while sitting here in the 'cold room' of my house.
All bundled up in an old Ralph Lauren blankie (wierd trivia bit there. I wonder how my family has one of these) I've enjoyed every one of my minutes on the site.
Sadly enough, I am again confronted with the knowledge that I'm a lazy little imp and should make most of these things myself. If only for myself and not for any kind of sale.
I love the site though, all soothing colors and not-so-good search tools. I love it becoz it reminds me of how I chanced upon my favourite ring, now immortalized in gold, at the art gallery markets when I was 15. A journey of discovery indeed. And one in which I come to my usual conclusion
- I am neither skilled nor creative enough.
Go forth with a flourish, folks.
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