I've always liked crafting, and I'm 1/8 Ojibwe, and I learned from friends and elders about a variety of traditional crafts and making them. I'm only good at a handful, hehe, but nonetheless! I planned on starting a store on Etsy earlier this year and made a bunch of stuff in preparation, but that never happened and probably never will xD I'd still like to see this stuff go off to people that like these kinds of things... and I figured maybe some of them were here!

I make: Dreamcatchers(Ojibwe were the original creators), beaded bracelets, earrings, leather pouches(beaded and non), necklaces, etc. A few of the dreamcatchers/pouches/necklaces have antler tips on them, for those who are especially fond of deer or work with deer as a totem in any practice. Its a nice personal connection Pictures are below.

Details/humane statement: Most of the dreamcatchers have parrot or crow feathers. A friend of mine owns an exotic bird store and collects shed feathers for me, and I get the crow feathers myself in the woods. Some also have "eagle" feathers- they're duck feathers from another friend with pet ducks. All of them are sanitized. Some pouches or dreamcatchers have buffalo teeth or antlers on them- I collect shed antlers and take the tips off myself, and the teeth come from a humane source. The chokers are natural bone/horn- no plastic!

I tried to be fair with pricing... I hate bringing money into any equation, but poor college kid here If you like something but the price is off, I'll work with you, and I'll gladly trade


Dreamcatchers: Small catcher(pictured)- $10. Big catcher(twice the size)- $16




Pouches: antler/tooth pouch- $8; cross pouch- $6; Beaded bag- $20. There are also plain ones.

odosketch full of fail below.

because i coulden't refuse to make a horse character

WIP

odosketch under the cut.

thank-you gift for Quad under the cut~

She's fallen asleep. I'm still awake, typing away on my laptop. I look over to her, the still dachshund, dreaming dachshund dreams. She is buried in a pile of blankets, her head sticking out from them.

I continue to watch my computer screen, when I hear the faintest sounds. "Pip...pip...pip...", she speaks. I don't know what it means. Is she calling to me? Is she asking for help? Does she need me to rescue her from a nightmare?

I turn around to the bed, petting her head and whispering to her. She opens her eyes, looking at me without moving her head. I watch as her eyes slowly close, she's fallen asleep again.

And now I can't leave her side.

odosketch full of fail under the cut.

Have yu ever heard of this stuff called Flarp? Its kinda like silly putty, but when yu squish it, it makes weird noises. Its really funny because it makes retarded fart noises that r jus plain halarios! I`m pretty sure that I will never get over how funny it sounds! Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha!

My body is tired and worn
Yet I force myself to do their bidding
Let not my mouth speak
Least they find some satisfaction from them
There are crys of my people
My eyes sting with tears
Tears not from the pain my enemies inflict
But for the ones I call my own the family
That I lived with in perfect piece
Days go by
The sun drags slowly across the sky
The crack of the whip is a daunting sound
I stumble and harsh hands drag me up
They shout curses in my face and prod me with spears
It seems they treat females just the same
For I receive the penalty any man would face
If I displeased my so called masters


I walk the stone path
To my death
The noose awaits hanging freely in the wind
I say nothing and display no emotion
Let the wolves eat my flesh
Take my sight away
Let my body die
So that I won"t watch my people slave away.
Render me useless so that it will not benefit them.
Take this breath from my lungs
Take my bones my sisters and brothers and sharpen them
To use against our enemy.

There is no escape from this destiny
I watch my family with tear strained faces
Watch me as they pull the rope tight around my neck
Some turn away
One couldn't not blame them
I close my eyes and open them sharply
Be ye not the slaves of dogs my bretheren take hold and free thy spirits of these chains,be free.
My clan answers me with shouts some of warriors and some of children
It seems even a woman can light a fire in the dimmest of times.
The enemy is furious and my death is quick
I fade into the black abiss
Slowly aways from the shouts of my people