Those of you living in North America must have heard about Black Friday. Those of you not living in North America, well aren't you lucky! I'll explain. Black Friday is a whole weekend dedicated to shopping in the States. That's America for you internationals. People - crazy ones - line up outside stores all night in the freezing cold so that they can take advantage of big sales that are offered as part of the official start of the holiday shopping season. The lining up all night in the freezing cold is crazy enough, but the people who do this are so passionate about it that fights are normal and people have been trampled to death in the past.
Yes, trampled. To death.
My point here (besides a chance to poke fun at Americans - I'm Canadian, it's required) is to say that there are easier ways to find good gifts. Personally, I am completely addicted to Etsy. Etsy is an online... mall I guess. People from all over the world open online shops that can be accessed at this one site. It's heaven. I love it. I spend far too much time browsing, without even a view to buying anything. Ok, sometimes, but most of the time I'm just admiring all the beautiful, interesting, creative things. I do it so much The Mister calls it lady porn. As in, "are you looking at lady porn again?" My favorite sections are jewelry and art, but you can find almost anything on Etsy.
Squid hat, anyone?
Anatomically correct (except for the leaf) embroidered heart?
Chocolate covered almond toffee? Yes please!
I tried to tell you people about this last weekend when Black Friday was actually happening, but I ended up going off on a tangent about the huge amount of snow we got one day and the fact that looking up at the sky to watch it fall made my mascara run, so I ended up catching the eye of everyone I saw and grinning at them with very sexy raccoon eyes on my way to work. I would like to point out that I was catching everyone's eye and smiling because we get snow so rarely here, and not because I'm a crazy stalker person. Though that's probably what I looked like with my makeup running down my face. It's probably a good thing that that particular post got accidentally deleted just as I was about to hit publish. You're welcome.