Feathers and fucked up priorities...

I hate feathers. I hate them with the flaming passion of a thousand fiery suns. I hate them so much that I can't wait to play with them again! I know that it doesn't make any sense, but I love the colors, and the way they flow and the different textures.

And these colorful bastards are the reason I had to go and get a hot glue gun. I haven't used one of those in like 15 years. I even have a gnarly scar on my hand from a glue gun mishap in the 5th grade. Now you may ask yourself, 'Why was a 5th grader playing with a hot glue gun?'

 Well I was in Catholic School, and things got a little crazy there.  

So I am trying my best to keep ahead of my busy festival season, and hopefully churn out some pretty cool shit that you guys will love. I started with feather barrettes and then moved onto the kick-ass burner style headdresses. Yes, the pink and black one even has lights! So I set up at a craft show a few weeks ago, and it was a total shit show. I think there were like a total of 300 people all weekend including the staff of the venue and the vendors. So it sucked. I made $10. And not in that 'Hey, at least I covered my expenses' way. $10 not even enough to cover gas to get back and forth to the event. So I haven't had a chance to get too much feedback on the feathers yet.

One of the worst thing about working with feathers, is that little bits of them get everywhere! Yep even in your underwear. I don't know how they managed it, but I am still cleaning feathery bits out of places better not mentioned.  I know my husband will be happy as a pig in shit when I get done with these. But jokes on him...I am never going to be done with these! Ha!

So now it's back to the bench/table/clean spot on the floor to get these pretties all ready to wear!