First my lovelies, you’ve got one week left to send me your stories for a chance to win your very own original Elly artwork. When you win, you can make fun of my penchant for glitter on Craftastrophe.
Speaking of which, it’s Monday – which means I spent the weekend trolling the Interwebz for frightening crafts. This one is so weird I don’t even have a snarky comment.
I have a house guest and a hangover, so I’m taking the wicked lazy route with today’s post. Webster 7.0 and I spent the weekend traipsing around the city. I’m just going to share a few of the photos we took together.
Sadly, I didn’t manage to capture an elderly Elvis crossing the street wearing his sassy leather chaps crossing the street in Chelsea. Webster was too slow to snap a photo of the three girls on the corner of 17th and 8th Ave as they took turns dipping their white plastic spoons into a jar of Marshmallow Fluff and licking them clean. I actually vomited a little when one girl coated her slice of cheese pizza with a frothy mound of the stuff.
Sometimes the freaks come out during the day, too.
See? Short and sweet. Now go write a story with all that time you didn’t spend reading my blog today. Just…do it quietly, ok? My head hurts.