Jeannie Lynn Paske’s Obsolete World




You gotta love Etsy. There’s so much stuff there, sometimes it’s like slogging through an ungreasy flea market. At other times, you strike gold sixty times in an hour. And then it becomes a source of endless secret wonders where you can talk to an artist across a table of their awesome wares. How many of these virtual kiosks are art school grads supplementing their income from their first job? Or mothers stuck at home with a new baby? I don’t have the answer. All I know is, the things I’ve ordered arrive from real people with hand written notes and well wishes that seriously warm the cockles. You never want to go to an alienating regular mall again. It’s definitely one of the wired world’s happy places.