Runs With Scissors

The past few days have left me in a great schizophrenic whirl of emotions. I am having some limited but happily received success and recognition on Etsy which I really appreciate. It is great to have other people who aren't my friends or family tell me that they love the things I am making. That makes me want even more to find some rich old man to shack up with (just kidding mom) so I can just craft and make artsy stuff all day. At the same time my personal life is in the toilet. Or at least up in the air. Which makes me sad and anxious. And when I get sad or anxious I do things that some people would consider a little extreme. Like cutting my own hair. There are some of you I see on a regular basis who probably think I must have a very intimate relationship with my stylist, right? Because every other time you see me I have cut or dyed my hair? Well honey, that's right I cut or dyed my hair. At home. Because I was feeling a little antsy. There's a confession for you. Now I'm not necessarily bitching about this. By taking a pair of shears to your own hair you gain a level of control and confidence that is not easily obtained. And one more secret for you it's somehow genetic. My mom does it too. She's going to murder me for telling everyone this, but she picked it up from me and now she's worse than I am. I've even tried to have an intervention for her but it didn't stick. So, my only point I guess is that I am very flattered to have some new fans at Etsy and hope to keep on truckin' over there. Having a wrecked social life actually gives me more time to work on that anyway. But if you see me walking around bald or patchy don't ask questions. Remember, I'm pretty handy with scissors.