I don't expect everyone to like me. But considering how boring and hermit-like I am, I find it to be strange (and yes, hurtful) when someone absolutely hates me and my Cotton Floozy business. I recently learned about a steamy bit of internet hate written by someone I used to know and still care about.
So, whatevs. What was said was horrible and full of blatant lies and FUN FACT! Did you know that spitting on someone is considered a battery charge (as in assault and battery) of bodily fluids? So maybe you shouldn't tell everyone to go and spit on me. Alert security! And I have a lawyer, just an FYI.
I decided to handle the situation by turning something mean into something frickin' adorable, so I lifted one sentence from the online hate rant, an admittedly awesome and clever line that didn't involve spitting threats or rampant f-bombs, and stitched it on some muslin and framed it in an embroidery hoop and gave it a pompom trim.
And listen, everybody rants about somebody sometimes. Good people say horrible things all the time. And horrible people say good things all the time. I don't know how to sort it all out.
Haters gonna hate, stitchers gonna stitch.
All I know is that stitching a bit of the hate directed towards me was immensely cathartic. It turned my tears (thin-skin) into laughter. If you have any bit of hate that you have received from a crazy ex or an online troll, let me know, either through this blog or my email (thecottonfloozy[at]gmail[dot]com.
) Maybe I can adorable-ize it through the power of embroidery. Sharing this blog post will probably result in more hate mail for me, so I would definitely plan on seeing more hate-inspired stitchery in the near future.
Meanwhile, I am going to focus on the positive people in my life, and tonight I am lucky enough to hang out with some wonderful people, including my friend Stephanie, who is celebrating her birthday. Stephanie has been my friend since we were kids and is one of the ballsiest, funniest people I know. Everybody wish Steph a happy birthday!
I am serious about stitching some of your juiciest hate mail. Lay it on me. My needle and thread are ready.