After another year of poor attendance, The Slovenia Tennis Assosciation takes a clue from soccer and adopts a “no arms” rule.
Audrey fixed her Wi-Fi reception problem once and for all.
I bet she gets cell reception 80 feet underground. Or at least in the third subbasement of the college where I used to TA.
Is the hat the thing around her neck? Because I don’t see anything resembling a ‘hat’ in her headpiece.
I thought that it was used to chain her down so that she couldn’t run away while the picture was being taken.
The thing sticking straight up is the supposed hat – it’s a cap, like Juliet wore. Though why you would sew it to a headband standing on end is beyond me….
I have a couple of these at home. They are hat *forms*, the inside part that you’re supposed to cover with fabric to make a pillbox hat. I think the only person she’ll be able to sell that to would be Princess Beatrice. Then again, maybe she’s learned her lesson…
My grandma had a cap kinda thing she wore that looked like this….no fabric. I sort of assumed it was a “thing” – but then, my grandma was a weird lady.
I hope it flips down to cover her mouth. The model’s fixed stare and half smile make me scared she wants to eat my face.
Well, of course it flips down, because she’s obviously about to fence. Right?
There is like about 3 dollars of supplies and less than an hour of work. I am doing it wrong. I spend days knitting things and no one will pay more than 50 dollars for a skirt and 10 dollars for a hat. I need to start making stupid hats so I can “quit my day job”
Just relabel what you have. Claim that the yarn is recycled or upcycled and stick on some gears and owls. Good luck.
well none of her “creations” have actually sold.
^^^This is a good thing IMHO
I like the word ‘creation’ when used in reference to this. Had s certain Frankenstein’s Monster feel to it.
with that hat it looks like the seller is panning for gold. Not going to get any of mine.
Not to take away from the snark, but a quick internet search yielded this:
1)is a designer
2)did build these pieces
3)actually had a showing
4)is now selling what remains on Esty
Not that I would wear this, but I admire the skill.
Hey, it’s better than a Cherry Ricola dress, yeah?
Oh come on, the pics look like your usual hipster-turned-designer show in a hipster-turned-gallerist friend’s basement. Also, the number of people sitting in the folding chairs watching the old wooden floor catwalk seems to decrease with time.
You speak truth.
Ever since Schiaparelli slapped a shoe on her head and said, “Hello Dali”, people have been attaching weird shit at odd angles to headbands with varying degrees of success.
The point I was making was this one is, it’s neither the worse nor the first. I was actually googling this listing to see if it was a ripoff/reseller.
The one with black plastic pieces is pure genius. A lot of assembly required. ($300 please.)
Hipster Fly Swatter.
I actually own this and I love it. It’s such a time saver – now, all I have to do is stick my head in the pot while it’s still on the stove and simply fling the spaghetti backwards at the kitchen table! I’ve shaved hundred of dollars off of my annual colander budget!
I wear mine when I ride my bike really fast. Whatever I can scoop out of the air becomes dinner. Birdie’s, buggies, slow squirrels…
I like to dip mine in bubble potion then ride my bike around town leaving a trail of bubbly joy behind me.
It makes the fairies dance.
OK – that makes me want it now.
In these hard economic times it’s important to do whatever you can to sieve money.
Money problems can put a strain on anybody.
I really like the way your joke meshes with Zippy’s.
I applaud your shrewd thinking, vicogin. Annual colander budgets can really get out of hand quite easily.
ah, so that’s why you have no eyebrows.. or hair for that matter.. it’s singed off.
How many channels does this get and what is the monthly fee? I’d also like to know if a contract is required.
When you see someone wearing this hat, you know one thing: Love means nothing to them.
And buffoonery means everything.
I have a BS degree in buffoonery.
Or at least baboon-balloonary
boo. too small of a picture.
Quoting a 3 year old I once babysat….
“I no can like it.”
What’s love got to do, got to do with it?
That song will be stuck in my head for the next two days. You should be proud of yourself for making everyone who knows me insane. Because they will be after two days of me dancing through work singing that. (While wearing a lab coat and goggles.)
So, all is going according to plan then!
Carrying your snow shoes has never been easier!
I really love that the seller seemed to anticipate being on Regretsy.
“Nothing on this piece is glued all is sewn by hand”
The equivalent of:
“No, I didn’t glue shit to other shit you guise! It doesn’t count because it’s sewn together!”
Poor Adrianna, the only spinster in her village because she never could figure out that carrying fruit on the head thing.
And they also started hiring empty-eyed zombies for their team, apparently. They’re capable of some wicked swings should the ball happen to be a hunk of human flesh.
This is a “chakra protector” for a sport known as “spiritual fencing”(“hippy fencing” in layman’s terms). It protects the most important chakra, the one just above your head.
You finally made me freak out. I’ve spent the last 40 minutes reading about chakras (the last kundalini page was even read on this very browser tab).
And of course your comment is right.
I’m a wealth of semi-useful information, 6eisha. I’m glad it made you check it out. Learning new stuff’s fun.
Lol, I’ve actually spent the last 40 etc. _before_ coming across your comment — but don’t let this make you underestimate the power of yours and others’ comments here. I’ve learned __tons__ of stuff by checking out what you people mention here.
Not that I always liked the google image search, of course.
Mildred, make sure you come to meeting. We want to bounce a few ideas off you………and some tennis balls.
Dream Catcher – she’s doing it wrong.
Skimming the pool has never been more difficult or disgusting! Get yours now!
To be fair, she was told to “use you head.”
I’d feel the urge to make ‘boop…boop…’ noises whenever she turned around, adjusting the frequency for proximity or speed. In fact, I’d not be able to wear it without doing that.
-Will this make me more aerodynamic?
-Does the sign on the chain signify slavery, or an avant garde Postsecret messaging system?
-Does the light scare and confuse her or is this just a normal look?
-Will this protect me if I wear it to a family dinner with at least one election-obsessed weird uncle?
-Why universe, why???
SO MANY QUESTIONS
“My hat is so pomo.”
Ooh, it’s a gay-dar helmet! I’ll have ALL the gay friends! I’ll take one in every color. Hats, that is. I think.
Broadcasting whatever the tinfoil hats of Whitechapel are trying to block.
I’m actually a bit partial to the driftwood headpiece…
She looks like she wants to escape. We should set up one of those “adopt a terrified hipster” things. For just a quarter a day you can help prevent hipster abuse.
And for a dollar a day, you can feed one. Sadly the PBR and shade-grown independent coffee budget with soymilk and just a pinch of fresh-ground cinnamon is going to be much higher.
One of my favorite fall traditions is when some friends and I get together and put on our hats covered with a thin layer of cheesecloth. We gather ’round the big vat of swirling whey at the dairy and when the bell sounds, the annual Flinging of the Curds gets underway!
The last two years I’ve one by a squeak.
Curdses! Foiled again!
I recall some game where you had to catch stuff with something like this stuck on your head. Then then thing on the chain must be for keeping score.
GREETING FLJs. I AM THE KING OF SPACE.
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