this one came to me at hobby lobby. it was born out of frustration as well. frustration which stems from having to share one location with hundreds of non-artists, dabblers, crabs, crabby dabblers and red hat society members looking for red hat ephemera to jam up their yard, post on their doors, adhere to their windshields. having an art supply section that’s not only shitty but treated as an afterthought. treating paint and bristol board like unshaven, bra-less nobodies at a manicured sorority scrapbooking scrapoff. stupid carts filled with 4th-world tourist art and mylar and rubber stamp kits and scissors with feel-good tips. this word defines all hobby lobbiest activity occuring between the hours of 12 and 5 PM, generally sundays.
contextual use:
- “louise, this crafternoon i need to spray paint these plastic pine cones gold…”
- “tammy, would you tell louise to spray her cones outside? i’ve been suffering from mid-crafternoon headaches, thanks.”
It’s official… these are going to be “a book”.
You’ve already started and these are brilliant.
I’ll but the first copy.
And, the word “Hobby Lobbotomy” keeps coming into my head?
you’re making my head big. good thing turtleneck and dickie season is over.
PS: predictive text originally typed ”tundlenuds”.
“…grandma, are those tundlenuds on your face contagious?…