Anonymous wrote:Darlings,
It's been a BIG BIG BIG week over here on Planet Capstitcher. I'm sure AALLLL of you have your notifications on so that you get a not-annoying little tingle-jingle alert when I post something on the SOCIALS but just in case let's play a game of what I like to call catch up. Because we're catching up, my beloveds, or, more specifically, I am catching you up on all things ME ME ME. Leave me a comment and catch me up on YOU YOU YOU and I'll reply if I want to shill you something. Er...recommend a great and life-changing product that I myself use RELIGIOUSLY. Except it has nothing to do with religion because I no longer subscribe to oppressive, harmful doctrine, purity culture, or lipstick that doesn't come in a harsh shade of frosted rum raisin (link in stories). Tra la la.
Firstly, I know that SO MANY OF YOU want my thoughts on the opening ceremony of the Paris Olympics but you're just going to have to wait a minute for that HOT TAKE because I have been SO BUSY with all the things. But, can I just say that I CANNOT BELIEVE how many ignorant, unenlightened people out there are not intimately familiar with Greek mythology? It's just so sad. Me and MY CREW have been having annual Feast of Dionysis celebrations since we left the rigid confines of the Southern Baptist Church. Because all the wine darlings. ALL. THE. WINE.
ICYMI, we are sunsetting (No, I didn't "borrow" that term from Glennon, I swear I thought of it first and my decision had nothing to do with the closure of TR - LOVE YOU G, and Abs, too!) the Lecacy Collective. Answering specific questions about where the money is going would be uncomfortable so anyway. I don't know what MY COMMUNITY will do without my guidance on how to spend your charitable dollars or how you'll fill your time now that the long table event in my backyard where I pretend we're all ride or dies is no longer a thing. Fear not, I have a few surprises up my sleeve (link to this DREAMY cold shoulder top from Able in my stories today) so stay tuned for the big announcements. BIG BIG BIG!
Now here's the tea, darlings. Literally, THE TEA!!!
But the Jane Capstitcher Book Club is still going strong and not at all chugging it's last little sad dying breath. Now that THE BABIES are back in school, I have three gifts for YOU. I mean you have to pay $32 plus tax and shipping and handling for the three gifts but details tee hee. You get this book, which I pretend I've read plus this awkwardly sized bag - I found two cases of them in my closet under a tower of Ruby's shoes - and THAT'S NOT ALL. There's this craptastic, tiny tin of spicy apple tea that is the PERFECT refreshing drink during this season of perpetual boob sweat. Told you there was tea and trust me - YOU. WANT. THIS.
It has been a whirlwind, dewdrops. I am so thankful for all of you because YOU MATTER and also thankful for @thetrevorbarrettproject because he is SO TOTALLY still my boyfriend.
Tag your book-loving friends or anyone you think wants this shitty tea so I can move it out of my house.
This is amaaaazing. Top level satire, pure fire with savage elegance. Who are you? You have got to be a pro or something. Like a published writer.
The reason Jane Capsticher is so east to savagely satitize is only because she's such a ridiculous, predictable creature.