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What if you spent every day looking for One Beautiful Thing?


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Etsomnia™ 98: D.I.Why?

diy 9

D.I.Y. embroidery kit. Do you know what else starts with N? Nope.

Et·som·ni·a (/etˈsämnēə/), noun, 1. a sleep disorder caused by obsessive Etsy browsing. 2. the surprising arrival of weird handmade merchandise ordered when one is only half conscious. (True story.)

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Etsomnia™ 95: Under the Sea

I have no words.

How much do you want to bet this girl  has a lot of these?

Et·som·ni·a (/etˈsämnēə/), noun, 1. a sleep disorder caused by obsessive Etsy browsing. 2. the surprising arrival of weird handmade merchandise ordered when one is only half conscious. (True story.)

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Etsomnia™ 94: Rainbows and Peace

It's not that I don't find it hilarious or that the makers aren't in on the joke. (They are). It's that I've reached an age where people might assume I intended no irony. By GoodieTees

It’s not that I don’t find it hilarious (I do) or that the makers aren’t in on the joke (They are). It’s that I’ve reached an age where people might think I’m serious. By GoodieTees

Et·som·ni·a (/etˈsämnēə/), noun, 1. a sleep disorder caused by obsessive Etsy browsing. 2. the surprising arrival of weird handmade merchandise ordered when one is only half conscious. (True story.)

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Etsomnia™ 93: ‘Murica

Butterflies, now with more America!

Et·som·ni·a (/etˈsämnēə/), noun, 1. a sleep disorder caused by obsessive Etsy browsing. 2. the surprising arrival of weird handmade merchandise ordered when one is only half conscious. (True story.)

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Etsomnia™ 91: Pirates’ Booty!

Now here's something you don't see every day! Pirate chiminea by UniqueBurners

Now here’s something you don’t see every day! Amazing pirate chiminea by UniqueBurners

Et·som·ni·a (/etˈsämnēə/), noun, 1. a sleep disorder caused by obsessive Etsy browsing. 2. the surprising arrival of weird handmade merchandise ordered when one is only half conscious. (True story.)

DISCLAIMER: Though I do enjoy a good joke, and Etsomnia™ is one of my favorite things, my intention is never to discourage artists or makers of any kind. All wisecracks and criticism are meant for humorous effect only.  Please take them as seriously as they are meant, which is not at all.

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Etsomnia™ Volume 90: (Un)Wearable Art

Elephant wearable art vest by a maker who I can only assume is in third grade

Et·som·ni·a (/etˈsämnēə/), noun, 1. a sleep disorder caused by obsessive Etsy browsing. 2. the surprising arrival of weird handmade merchandise ordered when one is only half conscious. (True story.)

DISCLAIMER: Though I do enjoy a good joke, and Etsomnia™ is one of my favorite things, my intention is never to discourage artists or makers of any kind. All wisecracks and criticism are meant for humorous effect only.  Please take them as seriously as they are meant, which is not at all.

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Etsomnia™ Volume 89: Bringing Up Baby

This is intended as a baby shower gift. My daughter once shat herself so hard, it shot up the back of her diaper and hit her in the head. The cleanup is a blur, but I'm pretty sure I didn't stop to form bunny ears with it first. By FimoAlive

Story time: My daughter once loaded up her diaper so enthusiastically, poop shot up her back and bounced off her head. Mercifully, the cleanup is a blur (at one point we were both in the bathtub crying), but I’m sure I didn’t stop to shape the stuff into bunny ears.

Et·som·ni·a (/etˈsämnēə/), noun, 1. a sleep disorder caused by obsessive Etsy browsing. 2. the surprising arrival of weird handmade merchandise ordered when one is only half conscious. (True story.)

DISCLAIMER: Though I do enjoy a good joke, and Etsomnia™ is one of my favorite things, my intention is never to discourage artists or makers of any kind. All wisecracks and criticism are meant for humorous effect only.  Please take them as seriously as they are meant, which is not at all.

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