Arts and crap fairs aren’t really my thing. I loathe walking up to a table to check out a creepy doll dressed as Santa and getting eye-guilted when I walk away without him. That’s why I worship Etsy. I swear to God, I’ll sit here for hours looking through the fabulous finds that people either make or stole from their Grandma’s attic and are now hoping to cash in on.

One quick search for vegan items and you’ll be hit with a shitstorm of chotskies.  It’s like a virtual Bed Bath and Beyond for cruelty free swag.

Have a peep. And set your timer. Let’s compare how much time we waste, ahem, spend in this fabulous mall for trolls!