Zoologic Crafting: Insect Rings

Stand back! I'm unleashing my inner nerd!

I know what you're thinking: "Lol, wut?! Your inner nerd? Gurl, you wear your nerd on yo' sleeve."

And I see why you might think that, what with all my talk about glitter, cats, and Martha Stewart. But, you have no idea just how nerdy I really am. You know, underneath this punk rock exterior. 

Here are some fun facts about me that I have withheld until this point:

1. My favorite class in high school was chemistry. 

2. My second favorite class in high school was calculus. I liked it so much, that I decided to take a calculus class at NYU. You know, for funsies. But then I dropped out, because it is really hard to learn complicated math from a person who doesn't speak English. 

3. I play the flute. And I fucking love it. I was also in band (both regular and marching) in high school. Yeah...

4. I am simultaneously fascinated and terrified of cockroaches. The fear isn't nerdy, the fascination is. 

Holy mother of nerd, it feels good to get that out. 

I bet you thought I was a one-note-Nelly. Au contraire, my friend. Au contraire. There are so many dynamic levels of nerd under this crafty facade. 

The good news is, nerds are IN. That's right. People currently view nerds as quirky and interesting. Think The Big Bang Theory. I'd like to consider myself similar to the adorably quirky Zooey Deschanel. Except blonde, not musical, and with a little extra padding. (Bitch is skinnnnyyyy.) Zooey even has a crafty blog so I am not too far off. Plus I just got bangs. So there's that.

Man, I love talking about myself. Another fun fact: I love being the center of attention. But I bet you guessed that already, didn't ya.
The point of this rant: I made insect rings. Yeahsies!

Craft Redemption: A Better Earring Tree

Hello, chickens.

Back when this lil' bloggy here was just a babe and I was building up a boatload of content, I made a pretty lackluster earring tree. Lackluster is probably a bad word choice, because it is oh-so-sprakley, but *maybe* not my best work. 

As part of my efforts to always show you awesome shit, I decided to redeem myself with this here earring tree. (i.e. the title, "Craft Redemption." In case you live under a rock, this is a Tosh.0 reference.)

Redeemed. This is just tops. 

Elegant? Check. 

Trendy? Check. (Hallo-oh lace and mint green.)

Practical? Check.

Easy to make? Fuck, yeaaaah!

Friday Giveaway: Studded Headband!

Holy mother of all things glitter, I am hosting my first Giveaway! 

Super exciting stuff happening over here. 

Who wants a studded headband?! YOU want a studded headband!

(In my head, that was delivered in the Oprah voice, but you can read it however you wish. Just thought I would make my intentions clear.) 

Look at this beaut: 

Studs in your hair. Nothing could be better. It's gold, it's violent, it's awesome. 

To win the studded headband, please take the following steps:

1. Either follow me on twitter or like me on Facebook.

2. Tweet at me your favorite craft supply and with the hash-tag #StuddedGiveaway OR tell me your favorite craft supply on my Facebook wall. 

My giveaways are easy.

I will chose the winner at random. Y'all have ONE WEEK to enter. I will announce the winner next Friday! 

This giveaway is closed. The winner is Hannah Lorraine who follows my page on Facebook! Whoop!

It's almost the weekend! Go dance!

Geometric Diamond Necklace

I have long longed to be cool enough to rock a tattoo. (And by "cool enough" I mean not fear being dis-owned by my parents. I'm a completely independent 20 something who is fully in my mother's control. Go Jewish guilt!) 

I know exactly what I would get: A geometric diamond on my forearm. Since a geometric diamond will never exist on my forearm, I have developed an obsession with the shape itself. I doodle it. A lot. Sometimes on my forearm. And then I have to remind myself that I'm not 15 years old anymore and drawing on myself is not appropriate in an office. Oops. 

I decided to make myself a necklace with said geometric diamond so I can rock it when the mood strikes:

Bad-ass. Not nearly as bad-ass as a tattoo would be, but bad-ass none-the-less.