Squidendum

From a comment in the previous post:

"I disagree. I think the crafty bastards theme was twofold. Cartoon little girls (and a mermaid) projectile vomiting AND squid."

Ahhh, you're absolutely right- squid are the new pirates are the new ninjas, and little cartoon girls vomiting are the new squid are the new pirates are the new ninjas. But ALL of them were felted. And, as 3Pennyjane mentioned at the fair, who knew there were that many Williamsburg dropouts in DC? It was a thought you tool a giant hipster sieve and shook it really hard, so that all that was left was the kind of people very excited about a "What Would Tom Waits Do?" t-shirt (this includes both the Object and the Object's father). I, on the other hand, was excited about a myriad of other things:

• Taxidermied unicorns- FINALLY.
  
• Squid.
  
• Who doesn't appreciate marshmallow comeuppance?
• Squid.
• Felting.
  
• I would have played with dollies as a little girl had damned dollies been available at my disposal. Please note continuance of cartoon-girls-vomiting theme.
  
• In a refreshing departure, octopi.
  
• This astonishingly non-kitschy, and yet somehow still lovely (I know, you're asking "how is that possible?!?!") jewelry will likely show up in someone's life come Christmastime.
  
• Bonus points: exploding and/or possibly vomiting octopus.
  
• I am shocked that the Object had the willpower not to buy a St. Bob Ross print. I have a feeling that come Christmastime, this will show back up in my life, like a bowling ball with his (the Object's, not Bob Ross'- well actually, both) name on it.
• In a sad move for necessity, she was forced to give birth to a "Your level 42 warrior is ruining our marriage" t-shirt.
  

I always feel guilty at these things because I have successfully quashed almost all of my "crafty" tendencies. I grew up in an exceedingly pro-crafting household (my mother quite literally knits for a living), and 99 days out of 100, I can't be bothered to do the work myself. I just show up, buy some stuff, and every three years or so bust out some crafty marvel that people ohh and ahh over so that I can assuage my guilt ridden and crafty free conscience. But who can draw the limit on the overload the charming anti-crafty kitsch? It worries me greatly, I'm afraid that in just a few years, we'll be looking at the backlash and will again be surrounded by precious, non-vomiting Holly Hobbies that are nowhere near squids.