Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Calm the Fuck Down

The other day while hiking, my husband asked me what I would tell all the people of the world, if I could tell them all just one thing.

My answer: Calm the fuck down. (If you are pre-occupied while stomping down the trail, you aren't going to notice the roundest, reddest little ladybug chilling beside you.)

I know "keep calm and carry on" is the conventional wisdom - spawning some 30,000+ entries on Etsy (Keep Calm and Love Orcas, Keep Calm and Drink Coffee, Keep Calm and Get does.not.end. It is almost as bad as the Got Milk? craze. No, I don't Got Milk. Or Jesus. Or a clue as to why this phrase is do pervasive. I'm getting worked up...better calm the fuck down about stupid marketing catchphrases!)

Anyway - I much prefer calm the fuck down. It is more powerful, and is probably the most helpful thing I tell myself. You could call it my mantra. Plus, there are less than 10 items on Etsy featuring this wisdom, including my bronze calm the fuck down necklace.

I want this throw pillow for my couch.

Basically, calming the fuck down is the key to life. Meditation teaches this. Yoga teaches this. Religion (usually) teaches this. All type of learning requires calming down and focusing on the task at hand. Just so happens my task is to make some more fucking jewelry.

But - Got Fuck? I think that is one fuck phrase I will *not* be making.

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Handmadeology - fuck yeah?

This morning's experiment: creating a listing in the Handmadeology directory. 
I like the concept - truly HANDMADE, versus the heaps of so obviously NOT handmade stuff available in other online handmade marketplaces.

The question is, does anyone use the Handmadeology directory? Admittedly, I haven't spent much time on the site yet, but there don't appear to be many shop reviews.

Maybe FYeah Jewelry will be the first to get a review (Check out my shop listing here.) And hopefully the review will not by the type of person who wants to ban everything in fictional Pawnee. Maybe you know the kind of person I'm talking about.

Thursday, October 24, 2013

Fuck computers

Really, why have I not made a "fuck computers" charm yet?
Computers can do amazing things. They can also suck an amazing amount of time and energy away from us.
Today I've been working on my Etsy shop, attempting to guess which magic combination of words and search terms might lead shoppers to my online lair.
Damned if I know. But I did find out how to paste an Etsy mini here on my blog, so I guess that counts as a win? Fuck Yeah! Although now I must remove it, in order to make it work elsewhere, apparently. Fuck.

Monday, September 16, 2013

Give a Fuck - or Don't

My friends and customers have the best ideas.

Since I first started FYeah Jewelry, I've been wearing my best fucking affirmation bracelet. It features all the fucking charms that are personally meaningful to me. Or at least the ones I've made thus far. There will be more. 

'Don't give a fuck' is an important one for me. We each only have so much life, love and energy to give. Why waste it? How often do you get drained by the strain of doing what is polite or tedious, simply out of habit? Identifying what I truly don't give a fuck about gives me the space I need to focus on what really matters.

Which brings me to Michelle's recent request for a 'Give a Fuck!' pendant. It is the perfect and necessary counterpoint to my 'don't give a fuck' ethos. That's only half the story. You also have to be passionate about the things that matter to you. 

Education and photography are big in Michelle's world. I recommend following her photography biz, MG-B Photo, on Facebook - she creatively captures people at their best. And if you're in Tacoma looking for a photographer, well, here you go! Michelle fucking rocks!

I'm always happy to make custom orders; in fact, I prefer it! All you have to do is click on the blue "Request Custom Order" button on the left side of my FYeahJewelry Etsy shop to get the ball rolling. Now go give a fuck about something! Or don't. It is your choice.

Friday, August 30, 2013

Fucking Busy

I haven't forgotten about you bloglandia - I've just been fucking busy!

I took a long road trip, spent a couple of weeks in yoga teacher training, fell in love, got engaged and am now in the process of moving and planning a wedding. And a honeymoon. And selling my house. Fuck.
But I'm still making fucking jewelry.
A couple of weeks ago I did the Garland Street Fair and had so much fun talking to people. Fuck jewelry brings people together, I'm telling you. There was a woman who bought one of these key chains for her husband as anniversary present because she swears, he doesn't (I know how that feels!).
I love you so fucking much. I fucking love you. --- What can I say, I've turned into a sap. Fucking love.

And soon - like next week soon - FYeah Jewelry will be available at the best handmade fashion shop on Garland, Glamarita. More details soon! But for now, it is all Etsy. Fuck yeah ;)

Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Fucking graduates

Fucking graduates! They are everywhere!!!

Really, I love them. Education is a good thing - the higher the better! But damn. The statistics on student loan debt and the (slowly recovering but still sluggish) economy are quite sobering. So sobering that perhaps the best reaction to the flurry of graduation announcements this season comes from the song Satellite Skin by Modest Mouse:

Well, happy fuckin' congratulations.*

happy fuckin congratulations keychain graduation gift

And that's about all I have to say about graduation gifts. All the kids want cash, but might as well give them a laugh too. So there are a few funny things in my Etsy shop, if you are in the market for such things.

Back to Modest Mouse: I looked up the video because I couldn't remember which song I pulled the quote from. I was transfixed - not by the costumes or plot (aliens and robes and crows hatching out of Easter eggs? um...) but by the scenery. The whole video - until the last scene that shows a hillside - looks EXACTLY like Riverside State Park, which is right next door to me. Now I'm feeling a little paranoid about running into film crews out there. Probably would be less awkward than stumbling into a National Guard training exercise - which the dogs and I have done - but still. I would probably freak the fuck out if I came down a hill on my mountain bike and witnessed the odd hands-into-the-gaping-wound-in-the-back scene. WTF is that about? I would love to hear your theories.

Those icky openings remind me of the book I read last weekend: Gulp by Mary Roach. There is a whole chapter devoted to Alexis St. Martin, a poor man who, owing to gunshot wound, had a "fistulated passage"** in his abdomen, which a Dr. Beaumont used to investigate how gastric acid pushing food directly into the hole in St. Martin's stomach. Then pulling it back out, like a dog on a leash. But this was 1822, so at least hot dogs didn't exist. Oh, imagine all the horrible wiener jokes that would have ensued.

As distasteful as that little preview is (of course he couldn't TASTE anything! wah. wah.) let me assure you there are much grosser things contained in Gulp. But Mary Roach is fucking hilarious, so I highly recommend reading it. Another teaser: you will never look at Elvis the same way again.

* I was tempted to make a "congradulations" version, but was afraid people wouldn't understand that I was purposely misspelling congratulations to be funny. Jokes aren't funny when you have to follow them up with a long-winded explanation, like the footnote I am currently typing. Well, fuck. Mary Roach has me beat on footnote usage.

** AND there is another chapter about cows that are INTENTIONALLY given "fistulated passages" so that people can test the ruminants' ability to digest things that cows don't naturally eat - like waste products from other farming operations (plant fiber/seeds/etc.). What the FUCK, people! Cows. (Just Wanna) Eat. Grass. But props to Mary for fully investigating the inside of a cow stomach, with her fucking arm.

Here's a picture of the pretty park by my house. You know, to distract you from what you just read. See, the trees are like those in the video. Music video. Happy music. Happy trees. Funny gifts. That's all you need to remember from your visit to my blog today. Carry on joyfully.
riverside state park pine trees cindy morris rights reserved

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Fuck Cancer

So, as I've been setting up my FYeahJewelry shop on Etsy, I've been doing the typical sleuthing.

Well, atypical. I don't normally look for fuck jewelry. That's one of my challenges in figuring out how to market my jewelry online. Everyone who sees it in person loves it, but most people don't realize they need or want fuck jewelry. Until they see it that is.

Anyway, I was searching Etsy for fuck. Technically you're not allowed to say fuck in the title or tags, so I didn't. At first. Then I found out that plenty of people say fuck. So I've been experimenting with my tags to see what happens.

But guess what many people are fucking doing? Or fucking making? Search Etsy for fuck and you'll find a whole lot of fuck cancer jewelry.

I have mixed feelings about this.

Side A: artisans deserve to get paid for their work every bit as much as anyone else. If there is a demand for fuck cancer charms and jewelry, then obviously someone should fill that demand.

Side B: Oh my FUCK I am so, SO angry about the marketing of cancer. Watch Pink Ribbons Inc. I've always thought it was really fucking lame that Yoplait asks people to mail in their icky yogurt caps for a few pennies towards cancer research (why not just donate a percentage of sales?). But it is even lamer that their yogurt (until recently) contained bovine growth hormone...which, according to the incredibly unremarkable amount of real research funded given the INSANE amount of money raised through "pink-washing"... CAUSES CANCER. Basically, companies just slap pink ribbons on their products and watch sales rise - even products of dubious safety. Cosmetics seem to be the worst. Meanwhile, real activism, real research and real progress have all stalled because people feel like they are doing their part in the "fight" against cancer by buying pink shit.
When my sister was diagnosed with breast cancer a couple of years ago, I researched the different organizations to see where my donation would be most useful. Komen failed, even before they started doing stupid shit like defunding cancer screenings at Planned Parenthood sites. I chose National Breast Cancer Coalition because they had a firm goal (end breast cancer by 2020!) and (at the time) a great rating on Charity Navigator. But then. Fuck. I should never have liked their Facebook page. Because what popped up?

Fucking pink bottled water. NBCC was proudly promoting Nestle bottled water because 5 cents or something ridiculous like that from every 6-pack sold would benefit NBCC. I commented that people should drink tap water and donate their $5 of water money directly to research instead of Nestle. That way, less plastic and pollution would be produced, too.

My comment was deleted. The whole system is beyond fucked.
Then a few weeks ago, a friend found out his dad has cancer. Serious cancer. I made him a fuck cancer charm because I'm just not a Hallmark type of girl. He soon asked for more fuck cancer charms for his family.
So, since it is the type of affirmation I would want in that situation, and others seem to feel the same, I am going to list my fuck cancer charms in my Etsy shop. I can't list items as free, but the deal is, you can have a charm for the cost of shipping if you or a loved one has cancer. I hope you'll donate to cancer research if you can. I even hope you'll buy some of my other jewelry if it strikes your fancy. Although my argument for Side B is far more passionate, I am a Side A artisan who has to eat too. But I can't stand the idea of profiting from cancer.
Post script: I wanted to offer the fuck cancer charms as a gift, but that didn't work out so well. Etsy is a marketplace, not a charity. So while I priced the charms to just cover shipping costs and seller fees, buyers didn't really understand this, and I found myself having to defend (?!) my price - a price that actually meant I was losing time and money rather quickly. Since I'm hardly profiting at my regular prices, I've decided to treat the fuck cancer charms like any other product. I will not be getting rich off cancer. But to keep the production of these charms viable, I have to treat it like any other business transaction.

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Fuck the Buddha

'Fuck the Buddha' may sound just like something some asshole radio host would say to get a rise out of people, but it isn't really what it seems. 
Repeat after me: "If you see a Buddha quote on Facebook, don't assume it is real." (Actually, it would be safer to not believe anything on FB. But I'm trying to focus on a single topic!)

Everyday more quasi-spiritual quotes are circulated. Thorns don't turn into flowers. Seeds turn into flowers. Everyone knows that. Poor Buddha isn't around to defend himself (not that he'd feel the need to, necessarily) but there are entire websites dedicated to the cause. At least most of the fake quotes come close to the lessons actually attributed to Buddha. Plenty of FB quoticisms (I'm calling it a word) are either fabricated entirely or attributed to the wrong person. 

Facebook is full of them.
But I digress. This post is really about something strange that happened recently:

The little Buddha statue that sat on my nightstand somehow fell in the middle of the night. I heard a strange ceramic/metallic clash, but didn't realize until morning that he had been decapitated. Maybe my dog knocked it over. Maybe somehow I hit it in my sleep. I'm not usually superstitious, but beheading Buddha felt like a bad omen. A really, really bad omen. So bad that maybe I should just stay in bed that day.

But then I remembered the saying "If you meet the Buddha on the road, kill him," and realized my suicidal statue is symbolic in a different way. (Read more about the koan here if you are interested.)

It totally fits with what I've been experiencing lately. The more honest I have been about what I really don't give a fuck about, the more the things I do care about naturally take priority, and the easier life gets. Looking to an outside figure for approval, even one as cute and cuddly and wise as the Buddha, has just never worked for me. So, off with his head!

Part of me still cringes at the violence of that statement even, but his head already off. No use feeling attached to how it used to be! (Wah wah. Terrible.)

Then today a friend, who happens to have a very strong Christian faith, asked me to make her a "Jesus Fucking Christ" charm, because it is "not only profane and offensive, but sacrilegious for the hat-trick!" I love her.

If only the "fun"damentalists could have a little fun and not take everything so seriously, maybe people could stop killing each other over religion? There's a fucking thought. Deep thoughts, fuck jewelry. Everything relates to everything. 

Thursday, May 9, 2013

I don't fucking care if you *like* it

I don't fucking care if you like it!

I often listen to audio books while working in my studio, so in Bossypants, when Tina Fey quoted Amy Poehler as saying this, I immediately put it on a charm. Tina and Amy are two of my heroes: incredibly smart, hard-working women who are fucking hilarious.

Amy reportedly said this in reference to an SNL coworker who reacted to a crude joke with "Ew, that's not cute, stop it, I don't like it" or a similar whine. I didn't write down that part, because was her response that rocked:

I don't fucking care if you like it. And then - just back to normal. No tantrum, no grudge. Just standing her ground and being who she is.

Women especially, I think - but I don't know, I've never been a man so I can't compare - so OK, PEOPLE WHO AREN'T SOCIOPATHS - often feel pressure to make sure everything is ok...that no one is upset or in danger of being upset. And in this particular case, the idea that Amy should be cute, feminine and girly was upsetting the boys. So really, "I don't fucking care if you like it" is empowerment at its best. You don't need to live your life making sure no one ever gets upset, or doesn't like something you do. Do what feels right, what makes you laugh. The boys can put on their big girl panties and deal with it.

For whatever reason, making fuck jewelry makes me laugh. Really hard. So here we are. Fuck yeah. You can see all the fucking bracelets I've posted on Etsy here.

Monday, May 6, 2013

Happy Fucking Mother's Day

Happy Fucking Mother's Day. That sounds quite angry, doesn't it? But add an exclamation point and it becomes a super cheerful Happy Fucking Mother's Day! Look at the awesome gift I got you!

There is no correlation between being a good mother and letting the f-bombs fly. Some of the most wonderful moms I know are the most enthused about my jewelry with colorful language. But my own mother doesn't curse, so I won't be giving her any FYeah Jewelry for Mother's Day. But she does love a bargain, so in her honor I am offering 25% off anything in my Etsy shop. Use coupon code mother25F. But don't delay, it expires on 5/18.  Yes that is after Mother's Day, but I figure I'm not the only one who is sometimes late to honor Hallmark holidays!

You can use the same coupon code in my other Etsy shop, gogoshebogo. No curse words here! This shop is home to the other half of my personality - the one that loves nature, and yoga and pretty little things.

Monday, April 29, 2013

Fuck comparisons

Here's something I fucking hate: the need people have to put down others to make themselves feel better. Or to claim that their preference for a certain body type has some kind of moral authority.

I was just browsing on Etsy and entered "strong" in the search box. Half the result on the first page were shirts that read "strong is the new skinny." Most were modeled by very thin women, ironically enough.

Fuck that noise.

Skinny and strong are not mutually exclusive. Neither are heavy and strong, or heavy and sexy, or pretty and tough, or pretty and evil as fuck.

I've always been skinny. I haven't always been strong, but I am now. And I'm telling y'all it is fucking moronic to put people down because of their bodies. Skinny or not, strong or not, curvy or not, hot or not.

Nothing is weaker than being a bully, even if you hide behind the guise of empowerment.

Are you curvy? Or do you prefer women with curves? Great. More power to ya. But don't circulate bullshit like this:

The full range of body types has always existed, despite what is fashionable at the moment. Responding and raging against trends just embeds the mentality that we should fucking conform to society's current definition of what is desirable - which is never even an option for the vast majority of people, no matter how bony or chubby it might be!

There are BILLIONS OF US. One size does NOT fit all, or even most. So just fucking stop with the comparisons. Just because you personally don't like something doesn't mean it should cease to exist. There is room for both Anne Hathaway and Adele bodies in this world. You can boost your self esteem (or try to win points with a woman) without picking on someone not your own fucking size.

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Just for fucks

Here's a short list of happy dance videos that are just plain fun to watch. That's really all I'm interested in seeing on the internet: happy and fun. REALLY. I listen to NPR for my news. If I'm on the computer, I'm either working or avoiding working by watching happy and fun stuff. Today, I feel like dancing.

Feist: 1234. She wears blue sparkles and crowd surfs. Seems pretty idyllic.
Snow Patrol: Called Out in the Dark. Tennis dresses, black lights and green screens.
REM: Stand. Like the Hokey Pokey with less shaking all about.
Nicki Minaj: Pound the Alarm. The dancing is excruciatingly pathetic, but the costumes are fucking amazing. And I have a strange love for this song, so it makes the list.

Thursday, April 18, 2013

Fucking yoga

Earlier today, I was somewhere in the neighborhood of this position:

Supta Kurmasana
The name of this pose translates as "sleeping tortoise," but I was more of a weeping tortoise. A waterfall of sweat had poured into my eyes. It burned like hell. But whatever. I tried to just relax into the pose and not freak the fuck out.

My teacher: "I know you're thinking, 'are you fricking kidding me?' but now squeeze your legs ..."
Me: "I'm not thinking 'fricking'!"

But I was laughing too. Turtles have a pretty good sense of humor. And I love love LOVE that when I Googled to find a picture of this pose, the one I liked best (shown above) was on a site called FuckYeahAshtangaYoga.

Fuck yeah! If 'real' men wear pink or love Jesus, then it is also true that 'real' yogis say fuck!

Unless they don't.

But they do.  Or do they? Fuck if I know. I just know my latest addition to my fucking charm bracelet makes me really happy.
FYeahJewelry is on Etsy. Slowly but surely my shop is growing. It might grow faster if I'd stop pretending to be a tortoise, but where's the fun in that?

Monday, April 15, 2013

Fuck your neighbor

Actually, I am fortunate enough to have wonderful neighbors. Really. Which is why it seems ... mean? bitchy? ... that I am giving this key chain to one of them.

He picked it out though. So see, I'm nice.

I don't like angry, abusive cursing, which is probably why I like this Lily Allen song so much. When I'm annoyed I sing "fuck you very very much" in my head and it just makes me laugh. I wish the official video wasn't full of annoying-as-fuck sound effects, but looky here, someone posted it with the real lyrics. Yay!
I'm in the process of adding key chains to my FYeah Jewelry shop on Etsy. I'm still debating which one to put on my key chain - I'm split between "fuck posers" and "big fucking deal." Guess there is no reason I can't have both...

And then some. 

...I started this post a couple of days ago. I added fuck posers and big fucking deal to my charm bracelet yesterday. Yay! Today, Monday, I decided on my ideal key chain:
So far, I've managed to list just one, but really, more are coming to my shop this week. The first simple Fuck key chain has already sold. I just got a request for a Fucking Awesome one. Another soon to be listed one is Fucking Badass. There is no end to the fucking madness.

Monday, April 8, 2013

Fucking business cards

I'm still undecided, so I will post it here as well. Good design for the back of FYeah Jewelry's business/display cards? Or no?
A Facebook follower suggested I make a reversible pendant - FUCK NO on one side, FUCK YES on the other. I plan to follow her advice, and call the design 'Fuck Indecision.' If only I had one to flip right now, I could make up my mind!

Fuck Decaf Necklace Gift for Coffee Lover

I love coffee. Truly, madly, deeply. I can go without - sometimes for weeks at a time - but when I come back, I discover my love has just grown stronger.

Decaf? Fuck decaf! It is the caffeine I'm after. Although I have to work hard to keep my addiction in check. What starts as one cup in the morning can easily turn into two - or three - 

My 'fuck decaf' charm necklace is perfect for any coffee lover, or barista. I imagine I could be quite judgmental of decaf drinkers if I was a barista. You want me to brew you coffee - without the caffeine? You had better be pregnant.  Even if you are male. Why else take out the best part?

Oh, you want to sleep at night? Hmmm. Maybe you are onto something...

Saturday, April 6, 2013

So Fucking Awesome!

So, after seeing lots of friends and meeting lots of nice people at my First Friday show at Pottery Place Plus (with my more socially appropriate jewelry) friends and I went to Jone's Radiator for a drink. Good beer, good live band - but what made my night was realizing, after a minute of confusion, that the music playing while the band took a break was Modest Mouse...with banjos. No fucking way!

No fucking way. Holy fuck. Fuck yes. Fuckin cool.
Fuckin' awesome. So fucking fun! Handmade metal charms.

Once the cognitive dissonance cleared a bit, I was stoked. Two of my favorite things, united. Holy fuck. How did I not know about this? It is so fucking awesome!

So today, I looked it up on YouTube and apparently, there are banjo-filled bluegrass renditions  - "tributes" - of basically everything. Most are by a band called Iron Horse. I nearly choked on my coffee listening to bluegrass Metallica. Give me fuel, give me fire, give me that which I desire...

I can't really explain why this makes me so happy, other than it also reminds me of one of my favorite movies - A Mighty Wind. It's a blowin'.

Here's to fucking awesome mixes of the weird and wonderful. Have a fucking fantastic day!

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Training for life, motherfucker

When making choices about how to spend my day, I remember this little quote:

That's right, motherfucker. Training for life. Whatever life means to you. Pretty much all of it is fucking ridiculous if you stop and think about it, so go with what makes you happy, no matter how silly it might be. 

Monday, April 1, 2013

Fuck Perfect

Today has been a pretty fucking great Monday. It is unseasonably warm and the sun is shining - I'm wearing flip flops for heaven's sake!

What's made it even better - besides the fact that I did not report to a cubicle - is that as I worked and ran errands all day, I've been wearing a pair of my new Fuck Perfect earrings.

I put them on as a reminder to myself not to get all stressed out over setting up a gallery show. It is ridiculously easy to get all high strung over making shit look pretty. Good is great - FUCK PERFECT. Ironically, when one is able to maintain this belief, suddenly everything becomes fucking perfect! It is magic!

Magically, I also had my first Etsy sale in my FYeah Handmade Jewelry Etsy shop! I plan to add lots more items - curse word charms, cussing earrings, swear-word charm bracelets with different themes - in the next week before promoting it in earnest. I mean, before I get fucking serious about marketing the fuck out of it. :)

Friday, March 29, 2013

Live and Let Fuck Equal Rights Necklace

I had to look it up - sadly I had no idea who sang Live and Let Die originally, although I prefer it to the Guns N' Roses rendition. Axyl Rose has always given me nightmares.

If I were to do a cover of this song, I would tweak it a bit in light of the current political debate:

Live and Let Fuck.
Fuck it.

I've wanted to make something to represent my belief that everyone should be allowed to love whoever the fuck they love (they already do anyway!) but the idea of making a "special" symbol or design seemed to contradict that plan. Why should it be different, when the whole point is that people are all (wildly different yet still) the same?

The heart is a universal - if anatomically incorrect - symbol of love. So here it is: live and let fuck. Handmade bronze pendant on sterling silver chain, now on Etsy. Where they won't let me say fuck. 


Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Fuck Rules

I am so fucking tired of people insisting that other people should not have the same rights they enjoy.

Marriage. It existed long before Christianity and other modern religions took hold of it. It is the most personal - and one of the most fucking important - decision anyone will make. Who you make a home with, who you wake up with. And guess what - YOU DON'T GET TO CHOOSE FOR OTHER PEOPLE.

Choose for yourself. Enjoy your life. It will be much more enjoyable if you aren't constantly worrying about what other fucking people are doing. Even if they are fucking people who you don't think they should fuck. Because: YOU DON'T GET TO CHOOSE FOR OTHER PEOPLE.

It isn't that fucking hard. Or is it? I'm reading a book about neuroscience right now. Apparently there is a disorder, Anton's syndrome I think it is called, where people go BLIND but their brains don't believe it. That's right, we have so much data stored away, that the brain can construct a reality that has NOTHING to do with what is currently happening. And the brain will absolutely refuse to believe anything other than its own reality.

A doctor can tell the patient to close her eyes. She will close only one, but insist both are closed. Then he'll ask her to look in the mirror. She'll do it. Then he'll ask if she can see herself. She says yes. Then he asks if it makes sense that she can see herself if BOTH HER EYES ARE CLOSED.

At that point the patient will just ignore the doctor. The brain can't make sense of the two concepts so it ignores it.

I feel like that's where our society is in regards to gay rights. The people who are the most fucking insistent that personal freedom is the top priority cannot comprehend the fucking logical fallacy of restricting the rights of others. It is FUCKED.

Today's universal symbol of supporting the right to marry. This version is glittered up courtesy of Tiffany Patterson's Art. Check her out. And check out the FYeah Jewelry Etsy shop - now open!

Monday, March 25, 2013

Fuck Grocery Shopping

Fuck yeah, we're open everyday. So says this vegan grocery in Portland, Ore. Every fucking day. Which is pretty fucking awesome, if you ask me.

Saturday, March 23, 2013

Holy fuck it's fucking jewelry

I'm finally doing it. Finally saying fuck it all and just making things because they make me happy. I really thought making fuck jewelry would be a silly phase I would snap out of once I made a few pieces. 

But no. Fuck no. This is fucking awesome. It is so fucking fun! Holy fuck it is FANTASTIC!

As someone who has spent her life doing what she "should" do, and trying so fucking hard to avoid upsetting people, it is pretty fucking great to just let go of that nonsense. I still don't aspire to offend people. Rather, I'm uniting with all the people who, like me, say fuck when something is great, or terrible, or exciting, or scary. If you don't fucking like it, then go buy your jewelry at Hobby Lobby or Sears. We all have choices.

But if you're fucking with me, stay tuned. The Fuck Yeah! Jewelry Etsy shop and Facebook page are in the works.