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Dear Reader, I may need an intervention.  I’m serious, I think my addiction is getting out of hand.  I’m constantly yearning for the next time I can use it, the next time I can savor it, the next time I can luxuriate in the sheer wonder of it.

I am, dear reader, an Etsy addict.

What is Etsy? Blasphemy! Please don’t let me ever hear you utter those words again.  I’ll overlook your ignorance this once, but that’s it!

Etsy is, according to its slogan, “your place to buy and sell all things handmade, vintage, and supplies”.  Essentially, it’s an online marketplace for people who run small businesses either out of their homes or in small commercial settings.

Why do you love it though?  I mean, isn’t it just another shop or is it like Craigslist or something? No, it is absolutely not!! Again, this once, I will have patience with you.  Just. this. once.

Most of the items are handmade or “upcycled” (which means that sellers have taken items from mass production and repurposed them or made them their own in some way).  For example, you may have anything to handmade pottery, made by someone with their own kiln in the yard:

Beautiful right?

Or someone who designs their own images and screen-prints them on mass-produced t-shirts:

Ugh! I love it!

Or this one:

I think I know one lucky husband who’ll be receiving this shirt for Valentine’s day.

In addition to all the wonderful handmade/homemade items, there are thousands of vintage items out there:

If I could I would buy this dress and wear it everyday!  However, I am not now nor have I ever been a size 6 (or since this is from the 80s, a size 4).  If you are a size 4, buy it.  Do it right now! Don’t look back, you’ll be so happy you did.

Ok, so maybe vintage dresses aren’t your thing, what about housewares:

No? Ok, so maybe that last one is just me.

But that’s the thing! You can essentially find anything on here, to suit any taste for any purpose.  You’ll pretty much find it and you’ll be supporting someone’s small business (as well as being green-minded) instead of buying something mass-produced from the Gap or Pottery Barn.

Don’t get me wrong, though, I love both those stores, but isn’t there something nice about finding a treasure, that there may be only one of, in the whole world?

If that doesn’t sell you on it, maybe something else will.  For example, I have a HUGE love of Anthropologie.  It’s seriously amazing.  Yes, they too support recycled items and local artists, but they are a little…ahem…overpriced (there I said it!).  So when I fell in love with this beautiful beach cover-up caftan they had, I thought to myself, maybe I can find something like it on Etsy.  Maybe something vintage.  Lo and behold, there are hundreds of caftans on Etsy, each for way less than the Anthro price.

Lastly, we all know that I’m a nerd.  Yes, a NERD.  Not a geek, not a dork.  I am a nerd, and damn proud of it.  (I fully embraced my nerdiness when I entered Library School, as there was just no going back from there.)  Thankfully, Etsy is full of nerds who love all things silly and punny (no, that’s not a typo).

There is an entire section of Etsy called the Geekery. Explore.

You’re welcome for that.

So why do I need an intervention?

Because I simply cannot tear myself away!

I honestly don’t buy stuff every day (I swear, it’s more like once a month), but I do peruse the pages every single day, sometimes multiple times a day.  It’s so fun!  There is everything on there! I…I…just love it SO MUCH!

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Ok, I’m backing away now…maybe I’ll go on tomorrow, maybe not.  One day at a time….

I wonder if someone made a t-shirt for that?

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I may have gotten a little over-excited today, or maybe I was just suffering hunger pains from my diet, either way, I ordered a bread-maker.

In my defense, it was on sale and it’s a Cuisinart..and it was a ridiculously good deal….and I love bread….mmmm….bread.

Visions of fresh, steaming bread danced before my eyes as I hit the purchase button. The heady aromas of carrot or zucchini bread seemed to waft directly off the computer screen. What a wonderful mother I would be serving my child bread I baked with my own two hands (and the help of a fancy electrical appliance)! How great would that be?!?!? The answer: so great!

Ahhhh…I can already taste it…

Now that it’s late at night and I’m feeling rather bloated from my chicken and pasta dinner, I’m wondering WHAT IN THE WORLD POSSESSED ME TO BUY A BREAD MAKER?

When did I think I would have time to make bread? And when will I be eating said bread, since I’m allegedly on a low carb diet? Where in the world am I going to store this darn monstrosity?

I am already overloaded with unused or under-used appliances. My beautiful, cherry-apple red counter top mixer is currently collecting dust as it pitifully lays on its side in the back of a cupboard.

so beautiful, so lonely

And, I believe at this point that my sleek, oh-so-fancy immersion mixer has been used…once.

And so I bought a bread-maker to really round out my kitchen. I think we can safely say that now my kitchen is complete.

ooooohhhhhh….the Belgian waffle maker is also on sale? I totally need that!

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Because my husband’s horrible hours often keep him away from me at night, ok, always keep him away from me at night (I wish you would stop bringing this up, geez!), I have little to do after C goes to sleep.

Yes, I could do housework or laundry.  I could paint or read.  I could attend to my mending or my thank you notes.  But I’m tired! oh so very tired…

As a result of this I end up spending a lot of time on my laptop.  And though I write a blog, I’m not a huge blog reader.  There are a few blogs I follow regularly, mostly people I know.  On the whole though, I’m not one to troll through posts of strangers looking for interesting reading.

On that note, I do read the news, which is interesting, but that too after a while starts to wear thin.  I have little patience these days for inane political squabbling or extreme hyperbole.  I also have a softer heart than I used to regarding bad news.  It makes easily makes me depressed and anxious, particularly if it involves young people or dogs, or any combination of the two.  If it’s been a particularly long day, I usually just scan the headlines and then click away, satisfied that I have a cursory knowledge of what’s happening in the world (honestly, who’s going to discuss world events with me right now?  Baby C?)

Where do I click to? You guessed it! Shopping sites!

Though I do enjoy filling fantasy shopping carts and then clicking away, sometimes I need to buy something.  Preferably something pretty…or shiny…or both.  I try to keep my laundry rules in mind (cottons, basics, no dry-cleaning).  I also weigh the practicality of my purchases against my desires.  Do I really need yet another cardigan with pockets???  It’s almost summer, I’ll be hot.  Hmmm…but this one has short sleeves AND pockets…totally justified.

Sometimes though, I just have poor impulse control.  Like tonight, for example.  And this really NEVER happens.  Really, I promise.  A completely freak occurence.

You see I was watching a documentary, The Hunt for John Wilkes Boothe, and I realized I don’t know that much about the conspiracy surrounding Lincoln’s assassination.  Nor do I own any books on the subject (and we all know how much I love books).

So I ordered two….and a copy of The Book Thief, which I enjoyed so much at the library I want to own it…and another book by that same author that I haven’t read….and a pre-order of the next Sookie Stackhouse book.

This is just one more reason why I should not be alone on Friday nights.

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Tired from the previous two days, well actually exhausted from the previous two days, the hubby and I slept in.  I scrounged for some food amongst the feast I had made hubby order the night before.  I’d again eaten very little, so I was extremely hungry!  I made a little breakfast of leftover rolls and half a hamburger patty.   Yum….

I don’t feel like going into much detail about the day so suffice to say we walked about, shopped, ate, drank, relaxed with friends, and generally enjoyed ourselves.

We spent a little too much time with other people for my taste, as I was hoping for a little one on one time with the hubby since I hadn’t seen him for more than a few minutes in weeks.  That last day in Vegas was long on activities, short on romance, but that seems to be the way of things lately.

I’ll just add it to the tally of romantic dates alone he owes me.  He can start working them off sometime after our son goes to college.  By then he’ll owe full years!

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This week I am completely, utterly absorbed by my upcoming trip to Vegas (more on that tomorrow).  I couldn’t be more excited!  Honestly, not possible.

However, I’m a little concerned about my wardrobe.  I always feel like going to Vegas is an opportunity to wear your best, most fashionable clothes.  I realize that all the hillbillies from Fontana and such places (I apologize if you are a hillbilly from Fontana) bring down the fashion level in Vegas by wearing their Kmart jeans and Three Wolf Moon t-shirts.  (Please click on that link and read the reviews for that shirt. Hilarious!) Yet, I am not going to bow to this kind of social pressure.  I want to look my best.

These days, though, my best usually consists of sweaters from Ann Taylor Loft, preppy dresses from Anthropologie, and skirts from Banana or Gap.  And while adorable for baby or bridal showers, church or other such housewife related events, are they really Vegas appropriate?

Cute dresses, but not exactly sexy huh?

Vegas, otherwise known as Sin City, calls for something a little sexier, a little more je ne sais quoi.

But at 29 and a half, I feel a bit silly walking into Bebe or other such stores, not to mention the bosom motherhood has given me won’t actually fit into the clothes found at such stores without looking like, well, a hooker. I don’t think that as a mother of an 11 month old baby boy I should be parading around anywhere looking like a hooker.  There’s something unsavory about that.

So I’ve been scouring my usual stores (via the internet) for items that have an understated sexiness.  As if I’m hinting that yes, I am subtly sexy, but I don’t care to flaunt it.

I’ve found a few items but I’m concerned about the fine line between subtly sexy and Mom-ish, which I am trying desperately to walk.  I’ll keep looking and let you know how it turns out.  For now, I’ve eliminated all sweater sets, corduroy skirts, and slip-on tennies.   I think I’m on the right track.

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