I went to the Etsy forums to share fun packaging ideas. I recycle all these boxes: cereal, crackers, hot tea, etc, etc–the same way you do. I thought these are great for packaging, perfect sizes, clean, colorful, light . . . and the storm ensued! I had no idea what I was in for. Hackles flared! “don’t want your icky food boxes. . . what about food goobers. . . peanut allergies. . . food smells. . . unprofessional. . . . ”
Oh my goodness. It made me wonder how they keep their own kitchens to think that way. Yuck.
One woman snitted how she pays good money for her purchases, rant, rant, rant. She doesn’t even have an Etsy shop! Just a complainer in the business forum?! I felt like what she really wanted was Nordstroms, you know? Fluff, flounce, prostrate before thee. I don’t know. I thought it was a creative idea! I want to make beautiful items, have people love and wear them, share them, give them to friends. Love them. . . and I get nasty food boogers? Phooey on her!!! I don’t want her business anyway. One more buy to lump into her mass shopaholic purchases that stale her closet somewhere. Piss, piss, piss. . . .
I feel like Zephyr after he’s had it in with a cat.
I don’t understand BUYING packing material . . .that is packaged . . . in packing material . . . DOES ANYONE ELSE SEE THE IRONY????
So much for yesterday’s friendly experiment: I am best kept to myself, away from the prickly, evil, terrible world. Stitch, stitch, stitch. Bumble, bumble, bumble.
I need tea, and a hot bath. Goodnight, d.