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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