Stuff, what I make
list of merchandise. Invented by years of trial and error, sporadic crafting, and necessity.
Not Exactly Like Grandma’s
Dish towels-offensive pictures and words hand embroidered
Dish rags-fun colors
Sock 'n' Roll dolls-inspired by rock stars and vending machine homies
T-shirt pillows
Stuff to wear
Knit head bands
Sewn wrist bands
Jewelry
Recycled
Cards
Pen/Brush Holders
Magnets
Origami-boxes and ornaments
Glitter Jars
Hanging planters- made with melted old vinyl
Working Class Gypsy
I am a working class gypsy with mid western roots.
Happiness for me is good company, great food, a beer and a bonfire.
I value integrity, respect and peace.
I like working hard and taking pride in a job well done.
I also love sitting around and doing absolutely nothing.
I get in trouble for speaking my mind and questioning authority.
I can blend into the crowd when I want to or have to.
I am at home in the underground or sub-culture.
My kids are Louie and Felix. They are cats and I am happy with that.
Finally, I have to give fair warning. I am smart, really smart. Do NOT ever underestimate me.
-I am shocked that I survived
I am shocked that I survived this summer. In the beginning of July I discovered my worst nightmare.
I was knocked up. Tommy was the father of the fetus, embryo, whatever. Yannarelly fucking ran, left saying that he was going to find some money to pay for $500+ abortion. He really did run out the door. Actually ran.
July was also the month I put in my notice to move. I could no longer afford my rent.
I felt like I was finally making progress before that damn dollar store pregnancy test told me the truth.
I could NOT keep it together for work. I was nauseous almost every morning. I was a basket case. I pulled a no call, no show, because I couldn't figure out how to call in with a melt down. I loved that job. This was probably my 2nd most stupid move.
To be continued . . .
