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Intersection!
Lisa Ashinoff
Etsomnia™ 187: Surf’s Up
“Great surfer gift” from someone who clearly has some deep-seated issues with surfers…
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.) 3. An excuse for me to be an obnoxious, snarky New Yorker once per week.
Be My Eyes:
Victorian With a Twist
Goga Tandashvili
Old and New
Architecture: Nathanael Dorent and Lily Jencks
Photo: Sergio Pirrone
My Gal, the Zombie
Justine McKinney
The Round Window
Flora Jamieson
“Sometimes I feel like I’m one of those people that were Through The Round Window – doing something unusual, interesting, a bit odd.”
On the Road Again
Nest by Airstream
Etsomnia™ 186: Prom Season
You know if you put a bow on it, the boys are just going to try to unwrap it. Maybe.
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.) 3. An excuse for me to be an obnoxious, snarky New Yorker once per week.
(Under)Water Ballet!
Julie Gautier
Handsome Devils
Alessandro Tomassetti
The Tour Bus Cartoonist
Tommy Siegel/Van Doodles
The Colorful Table
This fantastic mod table by THEYOUNGPRETENDER would look right at home in Austin Powers’ eat-in kitchen (not a double entendre…)
Letterfolk
Letterfolk
Petite Pot Posse
Alameda Pottery
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Etsomnia™ 185: Mid-Century Madness!
Hammer pants, the early years.
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.) 3. An excuse for me to be an obnoxious, snarky New Yorker once per week.
Faith in the Muses
Rodney Smith
Paris Rooftops!
Evgeny Lushpin
Poppies for Remembrance
“In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.“We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.“Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.”–In Flanders Fields by Maj. John M. McCrae, 1915
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