J.Fredenburg Gets An ETSY: Crafting Elite Receives Giant Slap in the Face

Originally, I started this blog to catalogue my baby steps into the world of crafts-- a world dominated by new, young mothers wearing Camper shoes and fixing tofu scrambles in their secret nucleus of Portland, Oregon. They're looking for a way to fill the hours until their husbands get home. They're turning to crafts, because advertisements in a magazine with feminist leanings they found at the health food store seem to suggest that knitting is somehow subversive, empowering, and hip. They're "learning so much" from their kids, who are soon tragically dressed in miniature felted wool suits, clutching lumpy stuffed animals, and fussing with the strings of an unnecessary hat (each handmade by mom and affixed with a little embroidered tag that says so). Then they get an Etsy account.
Frankly, the craft scene leaves a lot to be desired. I've separated the wheat from the chaff as it were, deciding to eliminate all traces of children from my craft life. You know what that means-- little Mackenzie Rose has got to go. Act now and I'll throw in these creepy retouched headshots.


Anyway, what I'm trying to say here is that I got an ETSY! Buy my adorable dresses! Or at least stop by for the best use of alliteration since Beowulf!

How do you like me now, craft-blogging elite? Someone new and noticeably childless walks in your midst! (Let's all see to it that Mackenzie finds a suitable home. You're just as responsible for her as I am, at this point).

If you're unfamiliar with Etsy, I found this BlogTalkRadio interview with its vice president of communications that's quite comprehensive. I know--a talk radio show about blogs. How redundant...how dull... and yet, how strangely compelling.