Get Your House in Order!

UPDATED (boldly) January 25, 2017!

It’s been awhile since I posted and the site stats prove it! So here’s this art thing I made and put up for sale as a wooden poster. [It was a wooden poster (because all the cool kids are gluing stuff to wood now), but it ended up totally sold out, so here’s a version on traditional paper. Some might say the way the good Lord intended a poster to be.]

WIPjenni Zazzle House PosterIt’s a retro, mock-mid-century, early-20th century-esque, vintage vibe poster that TBH, makes me laugh a lot since Delusional Donald Trump threw a hissy fit about Paul Ryan. [I haven’t been laughing so much since then.]

In reality, aka ‘the world that doesn’t reward nutjobs and asshats with fantasy notions of being important’, the message is really just about clearing out the old crap you don’t really have a use for to make room for only the things you love and need.

It’s also what my husband yells when the folks at Wendy’s can’t manage to put a honey mustard sauce in with the nuggets. It’s pretty funny, but I guess you have to be there.

So yeah, that’s a poster I made and it would be sweetness if you could buy one, or several – they’re really cheap. PRINT NOT CURRENTLY AVAILABLE

[I haven’t decided if I’ll make the original available for sale yet, but I will most likely be desperately shouting it from the rooftops if I do.]

[Keep it REAL, kids.]

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I judged you Amish.

First off – a huge “thank you!” to all my new subscribers. You Rock! You’re a star! I heart you, hard!

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Every now and again something that is considered ‘so random’ in common parlance comes down the pike and even though it’s not strictly “random” (you know, because it somehow relates to what’s going on at the time) it still feels really random. It makes you laugh. Then it makes you recollect. Then it makes you reminisce. Then it makes you hungry for the donuts that everyone in a local community Facebook group were going on and on about a few months back, but you now know you’ll never taste those praised “Amish-made” donuts because despite everyone’s absolute – obnoxious at times – devotion to those adored circles of fried dough, the shop went out of business.

Then you get back to reminiscing.

I was brought up in a family of campers. Most weekends and for several weeks out of the summer, we camped. Not roughing-it-in-a-tent (usually) camping, but roughing-it-in-a-canvas-roofed-trailer and years later, roughing-it-in-a-metal-roofed-trailer-that-actually-had-a-bathroom camping. It was fun. It was also in Somerset, PA (the canvas trailer) and in Clarks Mills, PA (the metal trailer). Both of these areas had higher populations of what I will respectfully call “Plain People” (because I’m not an expert on religious groups and I’m no more able to tell a Mennonite from an Amish by sight than I can a Presbyterian from a Methodist) than the Pittsburgh suburbs.

I was a slightly odd child (and possible odder teen), so I always enjoyed slowing down to pass (or waiting to pass) a buggy. I have an inherent appreciation for simple and straightforward things, so the orange/red warning triangle on the buggy back was always an invitation to smile at strangers – something high speed doesn’t encourage – and take a good look at a horse. I’m not a “horse person” as such, but I do think they’re beautiful and recalling that I’ve ridden in two separate countries, on two separate continents, gives me a happy, satisfied feeling to be sure.

Anywaywho, a week ago my dear family was having a get-together to celebrate my parents’ 53rd wedding anniversary. It was a lovely time – food, drink, sending my folks to Uniontown for a holiday (long story, don’t judge) and at one point there was a conversation going on – one of those charming little ‘side conversations’ that happens in kitchen doorways and on stairs – and for reasons that are lost to history (at least my memory’s version of history), one of my wonderful, lovable, hilarious nieces (I’m blessed with several) commented that she had judged someone Amish. I would love to relate the entire story, but I laughed so hard at her delivery that I just don’t remember it. I know there was some lighthearted remorse for the “judging” and a valid explanation why the judgement was made. But in true form, I’ve retained only enough of the occasion to keep chuckling about it to this day. And in true-yet-more-recent form, I’ve made a t-shirt art design thingy of it.

WIPjenni Zazzle Hardworking Hipster Henley I judged you Amish

Also on a Hardworking Hipster Henley!

Off and on for one week I’ve been chuckling (sometimes even a full-blown chortle), being nostalgic for childhood family vacations and wondering if I should feel ashamed for regretting the missed opportunity to validate my suspicion that the glorified donuts didn’t have even a passing association with anything or anyone Amish. ;)

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Just Cause! Just ‘Cause – Know the Difference

The world really has me down lately. Down and TBH, pretty frustrated. Frustrated to the point that I’ve finally accepted pessimism as realism. *old-school sigh* But, hey, whatcha gonna do?*

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What I’m not gonna do is write a full post to accompany my latest art vent-ure (I combined ‘art vent’ & ‘commercial venture’ into a thing. It’s my thing and I’m going to own it like a boss! – now that I’ve explained it to you.) Imma republish the sales blurb from my Zazzle store item page. There are some good words in it, so why reinvent the wheel.*

WIPjenni Just Cause! Just 'Cause - Know the Difference

This is available on all sorts of stuff like coffee mugs because the t-shirts aren’t selling. :)


INCOMING BLURB!

Current events, oh, how you vex me! Between Delusional Donald running for US president and the UK voting on things they literally don’t know the meaning of, I’ve run out of patience with stupidity and the self-defensive, holier-than-thou aggression displayed to cover it. Since it’s impossible to force folks to read a dictionary, help out your fellow humans by providing a quick lesson via your own dress sense!

Ladies, get all sorts of attention as people read your chest!* Gentlemen, look intellectual and snarky at the same time!** Non-ladies & non-gentlemen, buy this design on whatever attracts the ‘right’ crowd! Chock full of ALL the graphical gimmicks, you’re sure to impress your friends and everyone who sees your snazzy WIPjenni gear!

*And make a clever, political statement too! **Embrace your hipsterness – who knows how long it’s gonna last!

OUTGOING BLURB! (?)

Some Nights by Fun has been playing in my head all day. Probably because “some days” has been going through my mind and I can’t think of any songs with that title. :)

*I don’t know when or if to use question marks (AKA “goinks”) on rhetorical questions, so I decide on-the-fly, based on my mental inflection.

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