I don’t know about you, but the idea of some hippie stashing a clump of human hair in her crafthole for a couple of years isn’t putting me in the mood to break out the Visa. If I wanted to smell like curry and skunk weed, I’d go to the Whole Foods Christmas Party.

The only way this could be more disgusting is if she photographed it in the dirt with a cat sitting on it.

And… scene

UPDATE: This was left in the comments. I stand corrected.