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Well, my weekend started a little something like this:

The Aerobat and I are house shopping (in case you didn’t already know) and this week, I found one that I really liked. It needed work. It needed love.  It would be laborious.  But it had fantastic potential. And a POOL!! With a sliiddee! WHEEEEE!

7 am: Email from dear friend and realtor informing us that the house practically sold overnight. Offer on the table, ta ta, so long, no house for us.

7:01 am: Email from not such a dear friend, but a shop owner who carries my things (and dude, she has been a pain in the ass since day one) complaining that she received her latest shipment of merchandise and was “Very disappointed in the shipment – the products were COVERED in little threads and the blankets weren’t as soft as I thought they would be”.  Um.  First issue, my blankets are what they are and I never mislead anyone to believe they are made of chennille.  They are made of flannel because it is an excellent swaddling material. They are cute because they have cotton on the other side.  Flannel will soften as it is laundered (as EVERY EFFING MATERIAL WILL) and I DON’T WANT TO DEAL WITH YOUR BULLSHIT!  OK, but really… the second issue that brought me to tears just out of sheer frustration is the fact that I am busting my ass to run a business out of a 10×10 room which also houses all of The Aerobat’s flying gear, our computers,  a big, honkin desk, and usually a pesky long dog who likes to eat and pee on merchandise.  That makes it really REALLY difficult to ensure that not a single thread finds its way to the final product. And y’all, if you order from me and find threads on the products? I’m sorry. I’m really really sorry. I’m sorry that every textile object in my apartment is covered in thread too, but y’know what? That is why God created lint rollers.

7:02 am: Lola eats her shit.


Happy weekend.


This dress (found here) is titled the “Blog Writer’s Dress”.  For reasons unknown to me, this is the new uniform for all of us unemployed writers who have to resort to .wordpress accounts to be heard (er…. read).

Part of me can appreciate this dress and envision it with some cute grey leggings and these new flats I just got ON SALE {la-tee-da} at Nordstrom.

The other part of me is screaming obscenities at the WTFness that is this frumpy muumuu.  Are all blog writers pregnant?? I mean, I get the whole Mommy Blogger conspiracy, but why the shapeless hospital gown, ModCloth, WHY!?!?!?

Clearly I’m torn. What are YOUR thoughts?

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