Reminder to self: it’s my job to keep my store tidy and orderly. It’s NOT my job to clean up after customers who make gross messes- bringing and spilling/leaving food and drink into my store, letting their kids spill and leave their snacks around my store, etc. I Will clean these things up because I have to and because some of them may be safety hazards. But I SURE AS HELL am allowed to be upset about having to clean up gross food messes on the floor, and I’m allowed to be upset when you don’t apologize about it. My store is not a trash dump. It is not a playground. if you’d think it’s gross to go into a store and find someone’s leftover ice cream cup sitting on a shelf next to beading supplies or some kid’s drink spilled all down the special occasions fabric isle then don’t do it in the first place, and keep an eye on your kids/don’t give them the drippy sippy cup in the store in the first place. THANKS.

fuckyeahretailrobin
fuckyeahretailrobin:

[Image Description: Background is several triangles in a circle like a pie alternating from true red, scarlet and black. A robin is sitting on his perch looking to the right. Top Text: “’I USED TO WORK FOR THIS COMPANY FOR TEN YEARS” Bottom Text: “RUDEST CUSTOMER OF THE DAY”]
An older customer came into our store speaking with their friend about how they had apparently worked for our company for ten years in three different states, and then was rude to pretty much every employee they encountered. I just don’t understand, like…if you’ve worked it, you KNOW we deal with dick customers all the time, why would you turn around and BE one?

fuckyeahretailrobin:

[Image Description: Background is several triangles in a circle like a pie alternating from true red, scarlet and black. A robin is sitting on his perch looking to the right.

Top Text: “’I USED TO WORK FOR THIS COMPANY FOR TEN YEARS”

Bottom Text: “RUDEST CUSTOMER OF THE DAY”]

An older customer came into our store speaking with their friend about how they had apparently worked for our company for ten years in three different states, and then was rude to pretty much every employee they encountered. I just don’t understand, like…if you’ve worked it, you KNOW we deal with dick customers all the time, why would you turn around and BE one?

fuckyeahretailrobin
fuckyeahretailrobin:

[Image Description: Background is several triangles in a circle like a pie alternating from true red, scarlet and black. A robin is sitting on his perch looking to the right. Top Text: “DO YOU WANT TO SIGN UP FOR OUR TEXT COUPONS?” Bottom Text: “I HATE EMAIL”]
Yes please, give me the rant about how you hate all technology when I ask you the thing I have to ask every customer I speak to, thanks.

fuckyeahretailrobin:

[Image Description: Background is several triangles in a circle like a pie alternating from true red, scarlet and black. A robin is sitting on his perch looking to the right.

Top Text: “DO YOU WANT TO SIGN UP FOR OUR TEXT COUPONS?”

Bottom Text: “I HATE EMAIL”]

Yes please, give me the rant about how you hate all technology when I ask you the thing I have to ask every customer I speak to, thanks.

fuckyeahretailrobin
fuckyeahretailrobin:

[Image Description: Background is several triangles in a circle like a pie alternating from true red, scarlet and black. A robin is sitting on his perch looking to the right. Top Text: “CLEAN UP BABY FORMULA SPILLED ACROSS ENTIRE STORE” Bottom Text: “NO APOLOGY FROM THE MOTHER”]
So we had a mother come into our store the other week who let her child spill baby formula pretty much throughout our ENTIRE store. She apparently didn’t even realize this AS I WAS CLEANING IT UP ON HANDS AND KNEES IN FRONT OF HER (because we apparently don’t even have a decent mop in our store right now, but that’s another story). When she finally realizes this, she LAUGHS and says something to the effect of, ‘Oh, I guess I’M making that mess aren’t I? I’ll leave now.’ No apology. No nothing.
But yes, please leave, right now.
(For the record, I don’t mind if you bring your infant/baby/kid in our store, and I know sometimes they can be a handful, but for the love of god, please be mindful of them that they aren’t making a huge mess or wrecking our store!)

fuckyeahretailrobin:

[Image Description: Background is several triangles in a circle like a pie alternating from true red, scarlet and black. A robin is sitting on his perch looking to the right.

Top Text: “CLEAN UP BABY FORMULA SPILLED ACROSS ENTIRE STORE”

Bottom Text: “NO APOLOGY FROM THE MOTHER”]

So we had a mother come into our store the other week who let her child spill baby formula pretty much throughout our ENTIRE store. She apparently didn’t even realize this AS I WAS CLEANING IT UP ON HANDS AND KNEES IN FRONT OF HER (because we apparently don’t even have a decent mop in our store right now, but that’s another story). When she finally realizes this, she LAUGHS and says something to the effect of, ‘Oh, I guess I’M making that mess aren’t I? I’ll leave now.’ No apology. No nothing.

But yes, please leave, right now.

(For the record, I don’t mind if you bring your infant/baby/kid in our store, and I know sometimes they can be a handful, but for the love of god, please be mindful of them that they aren’t making a huge mess or wrecking our store!)

chickentape

duel-styx:

Gecko Tea Party - 2011

I had this idea way back in 2007 and later in 2011 I decided to revisit it with much better equipment and props.

This photo set features two female crested geckos (C. ciliatus), Lumina (left) and Sakura (right).  I went the extra mile and actually made them some organic lavender tisane (herbal tea) sweetened with orange blossom honey.  Because details man, details.

Shamefully I realized today I never uploaded these to Tumblr so here’s the set.  I have an even better camera now, so when I can afford a macro lens, I’d like to redo this shoot yet again.

wilwheaton

wicdivstyleblog:

venneh:

asylum-art:

Erevos Aether – Wake the Serpent Not

Erevos Aether’s AW 2014-15 collection, Wake the Serpent Not, contrasts sheer, romantic, fragile textures with armorlike iridescent leather and metallic elements. The architectural qualities of this tough, invulnerable aspect combine with its softer side to create a high sci-fi look that is dark and impressive.

None more goth, kierongillen?  Also paging the wicdivstyleblog

You would be correct.

fuckyeahretailrobin
fuckyeahretailrobin:

[Image Description: Background is several triangles in a circle like a pie alternating from true red, scarlet and black. A robin is sitting on his perch looking to the right. Top Text: ““STANDARD SIZE” IS NOT AN ACTUAL MEASUREMENT (EXCEPT FOR MATTRESSES)” Bottom Text: “MEASURE YOUR SHIT BEFORE YOU COME INTO THE STORE”]
The eternal curse of working at a fabric store:
Customer: Uh, yeah, I have a [whatever] I need to cover. How much fabric will I need for that?
Robin: Well, how big is it?
Customer: Oh, it’s standard sized.
WRONG. YOU ARE SO WRONG IT IS NOT FUNNY. Unless you are talking about mattresses or pillows, there is no such thing as a “standard sized” anything. Shit comes in all different sizes. Even things that are supposed to be a standard size (like doors or windows) are usually off by an inch or two (which can hugely fuck up your project if you don’t estimate the fabric correctly). So if you come into my store looking for fabric for projects such as
tablecloths
curtains
quilts
slipcovers for couches
lawn chair cushions
clothes for any doll
clothes for any human (Telling me “Oh, it’s for a 6 year old.” tells me nothing.)
clothes for any animal (Telling me what breed of dog it is tells me nothing.)
purses
a cover for your totes rad sports car
replacing all the vinyl in your totes rad boat
backdrops for photography projects
tulle hammock-esque slings for dangling babies from trees for faux Anne Geddes photography projects (???? and HOLY BALLS DANGEROUS)
reupholstering a wingback chair
then, for the love of all the gods you do or don’t believe in, MEASURE YOUR FUCKING SHIT BEFORE YOU COME INTO THE STORE. Alternatively, if you have a sewing or quilting pattern, READ INSTRUCTIONS ON THE FUCKING PATTERN BEFORE YOU COME INTO THE STORE. I CANNOT HELP YOU WITH YOUR FABRIC IF I DO NOT KNOW THE DIMENSIONS OF WHAT YOU’RE MAKING. TELLING ME WHAT YOU’RE MAKING WITHOUT GIVING ME ANY INDICATION OF THE SIZE MEANS ABSOLUTELY NOTHING AND JUST WASTES EVERYBODY’S TIME.
Bonus points: If you want to be really awesome and not a tedious time-suck, do the math to figure out exactly how much fabric you need (or have a friend or family member help you) before you come into the store (Because seriously. Do you see that line stacking up behind you while I do your math for you? Those are all the customers that you’re pissing off because you didn’t get your shit together before you came into the store. You’re lucky I can do math pretty quickly and it’s not taking as long as it could otherwise.) My job is to give you supplies for your project, not plan it out for you. I have way too many customers that I have to help and not nearly enough time for me to do that.
If you come into a fabric store knowing exactly how big the thing you’re making is and exactly how much fabric you need, then you are a perfect fucking angel and may the universe bless you with unicorns and money.

fuckyeahretailrobin:

[Image Description: Background is several triangles in a circle like a pie alternating from true red, scarlet and black. A robin is sitting on his perch looking to the right.

Top Text: ““STANDARD SIZE” IS NOT AN ACTUAL MEASUREMENT (EXCEPT FOR MATTRESSES)”

Bottom Text: “MEASURE YOUR SHIT BEFORE YOU COME INTO THE STORE”]

The eternal curse of working at a fabric store:

Customer: Uh, yeah, I have a [whatever] I need to cover. How much fabric will I need for that?

Robin: Well, how big is it?

Customer: Oh, it’s standard sized.

WRONG. YOU ARE SO WRONG IT IS NOT FUNNY. Unless you are talking about mattresses or pillows, there is no such thing as a “standard sized” anything. Shit comes in all different sizes. Even things that are supposed to be a standard size (like doors or windows) are usually off by an inch or two (which can hugely fuck up your project if you don’t estimate the fabric correctly). So if you come into my store looking for fabric for projects such as

  • tablecloths
  • curtains
  • quilts
  • slipcovers for couches
  • lawn chair cushions
  • clothes for any doll
  • clothes for any human (Telling me “Oh, it’s for a 6 year old.” tells me nothing.)
  • clothes for any animal (Telling me what breed of dog it is tells me nothing.)
  • purses
  • a cover for your totes rad sports car
  • replacing all the vinyl in your totes rad boat
  • backdrops for photography projects
  • tulle hammock-esque slings for dangling babies from trees for faux Anne Geddes photography projects (???? and HOLY BALLS DANGEROUS)
  • reupholstering a wingback chair

then, for the love of all the gods you do or don’t believe in, MEASURE YOUR FUCKING SHIT BEFORE YOU COME INTO THE STORE. Alternatively, if you have a sewing or quilting pattern, READ INSTRUCTIONS ON THE FUCKING PATTERN BEFORE YOU COME INTO THE STORE. I CANNOT HELP YOU WITH YOUR FABRIC IF I DO NOT KNOW THE DIMENSIONS OF WHAT YOU’RE MAKING. TELLING ME WHAT YOU’RE MAKING WITHOUT GIVING ME ANY INDICATION OF THE SIZE MEANS ABSOLUTELY NOTHING AND JUST WASTES EVERYBODY’S TIME.

Bonus points: If you want to be really awesome and not a tedious time-suck, do the math to figure out exactly how much fabric you need (or have a friend or family member help you) before you come into the store (Because seriously. Do you see that line stacking up behind you while I do your math for you? Those are all the customers that you’re pissing off because you didn’t get your shit together before you came into the store. You’re lucky I can do math pretty quickly and it’s not taking as long as it could otherwise.) My job is to give you supplies for your project, not plan it out for you. I have way too many customers that I have to help and not nearly enough time for me to do that.

If you come into a fabric store knowing exactly how big the thing you’re making is and exactly how much fabric you need, then you are a perfect fucking angel and may the universe bless you with unicorns and money.

mute-medic-cat

mute-medic-cat:

(These should REALLY GO ON MY ART TUMBLR but I dont feel like switching over ahaha

Little needlefelted mouse doll I made as a craft trade with a friend! I haven’t worked over an armature in a long while but this came together a lot easier than expected. He is SUPER ADORABLE and also posable so heck yeah! He’ll be getting some clothes soon but I am just too excited about getting him done that I just had to share him!)

reblogging my own artwork over here~!

chickentape

flygex-eatin-on-softies:

notanothersnakeblog:

fuckin-drag:

farsnakes:

frickyfrack-paddywack:

pedestrianwolf:

leuska:

losthitsu:

hissssssss:

fimbry:

scalestails:

rainbowsnakes:

reptiliaherps:

"Most girls that like snakes and weird animals are ugly" pardon me while I put my snake on my face to demonstrate the several fucks that none of us give

Allow me to join you with my snake scarf and lack of fucks 

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I don’t think I’d have a face left if I did what you guys were doing, but I want to play anyway.

don’t give even one tiny little fuck

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Five year old me agrees with all of the above.

Indeed, a five year old cutie hitsu loved all crazy oddities biology and botanics had to offer.:D KUDOS!

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lets consulte the noodle lord

he says snakes ladies are the sexiest ladies. thank you noodle lord

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Ain’t no party like a reptile party, and it’s LADIES NIGHT.

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Three for one~

Gratuitous reblog to the reptile blog~

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