Oh how I love a market place. It’s wonderful to buy things that are crafted by other people that some how bypass the mainstream of Anna Wintours and must therefore resort to selling locally or selling on places like etsey.com. I’ve actually bought things from etsey.com before as there are tons of really fun creative things you won’t find anywhere else (a dream coming from somebody like me who really spends far too much time on the “right” gift for someone).

However.

There are times when one person’s craft is another person joke for life. I mean there are some things on etsey.com that would give me nightmares since there’s no real website editing.  You can imagine what fresh hell this economy is forcing people to call “art.”

Now you don’t have to just browse etsey.com for these tasty treats of shit. There is an equally addictive website called regretsy.com that will bring you hours and hours of fun. If you don’t believe me:

This is not a bride. This is a dog. Dogs don’t get married. They don’t date, they don’t have long conversations about how the kids will be raised, and they don’t register at Crate and Barrel. All dogs do is smell each other’s ass, and if that goes well they hump in your front yard. And I think there’s a valuable lesson in that for all of us.

http://www.regretsy.com/2009/10/16/look-at-me-damn-it/

I. Can’t.