Etsy, schmetsy!
Many of you are probably familiar with Etsy, the online crafts store — “Your place to buy and sell all things handmade,” which brings individual craftspeople and customers together. So, after the High Holidays, and inspired by a friend’s mention that she had bought a beautiful wedding headdress from Etsy, I thought Etsy might just be the place to pick up one of those pretty beaded-mesh yarmulkes that one of my readers had mentioned last year. So I bop on over to the site, go to the “Religious” category, choose “Jewish” — and what should I find but this:
The Antler Menorah.
Described by its creator, JewishCowboy, as “A real unique artwork, made to be handed down for generations to come. Made by hand, guided by faith.” He goes on to add, helpfully, “If you have questions, please ask.”
I wouldn’t even know where to begin.
His other offerings tend toward the wall-plaque variety, including this gem:
I’m not so sure barbed wire is the ideal medium for Judaica, given, you know, history.
(Yes, I have submitted these to Regretsy, the online equivalent of The Museum of Bad Art. But I had to share it with you first, because you, like the Antler Menorah, are very very special to me. And also real unique.)
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I was about to launch into a rendition of “The Artist and the Cowboy Should Be Friends”, but no. No, they shouldn’t.
God to JewishCowboy: “And I thought I moved in mysterious ways!”
Oh….dear. I don’t even know what to say, other than….oh dear.
(Here via Michelle’s facebook)
“Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent.” –Ludwig Wittgenstein
This reminds me (for some odd reason) of an article in the NYT on cake-decorating disasters. One example given was mistakes like “Congratulation’s Bob.” Another was when the cake decorator spelled out the actual instructions, so for example, the icing would read “Happy Birthday Karen and below that a bunch of balloons.”
Antler Menorah
Antler Menorah
Don’t buy an Antler Menorah for me
And his voice could be heard
as I wandered through the shopping mall…
“Don’t buy an Antler Menorah for me!”
I’m trying to visualize it with the lit candles and the family gathered around. Yikes. The first question that came to my mind was “WHY?”
EA Week – check out cakewrecks.com for some very excellent pastry disasters!
As the descendant of Texan Jews, all I can say is
OY!
(And curse you Mappy, for sending me to cakewrecks.com three hours ago!)
A propos of spending time on funny, but nonproductive, websites, take a look at peopleofwalmart.com. But I warn you, it isn’t pretty!
You are a baaaaaad influence!