Ink Stains and Empty Teacups

Ahhhh, Christmas! That magical time of year when you have to choose which parent to spend the holiday with, tip-toe around the guilt-tripped mine fields of conversation, deal with frankly bizarre family friends and keep your father from drinking himself into a stupor before lunch and thereby avoiding the homicide that would invariably occur when your stepmother goes after him with some sort of sharp cooking implement.

But all this pales in comparison, for I have MARSHMALLOW FLUFF, AWESOMELY STRIPEY FURRY SLIPPERS AND DID I MENTION I HAVE MARSHMALLOW FLUFF?

*GLEE*

Let me start by saying: I BLAME BOOSETTE.

She 's mentioned Etsy on her posts acouple of times, and I do love to keep up to date on her StarDoll collection, and therefore, this is all her fault.

I have just discovered hand-painted Converse All-Stars. HARRY POTTER HAND-PAINTED CONVERSE ALL-STARS.

And they are EPIC.

And now I'm going to calmy walk away (read: frantically dash away and buy from teh awesomesauce of it all).

Edit: OMGTHEYHAVESTARTREKCONVERSESTOO!