Crap. I’ve got a new obsession. How did I even discover this one?? All I know is, somewhere between my Mom (who adored daffodils) dying and seeking thus-appropriate daffodil-themed jewelry to pang at my sister’s and my hearts, I am a full-fledged Etsy card-carrying member. At the side I have pictured a couple of the current items on my “favorites” list. Here is the problem: each and every shop owner I have dealt with on Etsy has been so accommodating and open to personalized service, I am absolutely hooked. I too easily envision these sweet SAHMs sacrificing their nap-hour to produce these specialized goods and respond to my too-needy “conversation requests”. In any case, carry on Etsy. I am there, I am promoting you, and as my budget allows, I financially “getting your back”. Plus, I remain open-mouth-gaping that you actually have the creativity to produce such goods.
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Meredith blogs at The Mom of the Year, dedicatedly earning her title one epic parenting fail at a time. When her kids aren't busy pummeling each other with Legos or requiring their 16th sippy cup refill of the day, she tries to offer quick, relatable laughs for fellow parents of the world and all their empathizers. She remains entirely terrified by crafts, promises to never share any useful household tips, and is fully committed to a less serious look at the world of parenting.