Those Who Can’t: Etsy
I know you guys probably think I sit around in my house and it’s covered in squirrel memorabilia. I swear that isn’t the case, but only because I don’t want Jeff and Zoe to make fun of me. I would probably wear squirrel pajamas and sleep on squirrel sheets and eat off of my custom squirrel plates if I lived alone. Or even if I just lived with Troy, he supports me 100%. Plus he sleeps in cat pajamas and he has no room to point fingers.
I’ve mentioned this before, I don’t do any sort of needlepoint. My grandmother tried to teach me to embroider and I straight up managed to stitch the pillowcase I was working on to my jeans. True story. She had to cut it off of me while I cried. SAD TROMBONE FOR CRAFTING.
So, I wanted a squirrel needlepoint and y’all know I’m not going to stitch one up myself (too much trauma). Where does one go in the time of needlepoint crisis?
I turned to Etsy.
And found a “dishtowel” for $9.
Dammit if that doesn’t melt my twee little heart. I slapped it into an embroidery hoop and stood back to admire my squirrel art.
And then Troy walked up and said, “Why are those tiny cats staring at the gigantic flower?”
HATERZ GONNA HATE.