TweeLass

I’ve always loved the word “twee.” Yes, I know it’s silly and cutesy. And I know it’s not usually used as a compliment. It’s right up there with “squee” and “moue” on the list of annoyingly precious words.

But I like it. So I’m reclaiming “twee” to use its powers for good and not evil. I happen to think “excessively dainty, delicate, cute, or quaint” (thanks, Messrs. Merriam and Webster) is fantastic—as long as it’s served with a side of sass and maybe a pinch of irony.

That’s either the recipe for success or the formula for a living room that overfloweth with empty cello bags, mountains of felt, and blank cardstock—and a blog full of chirping crickets. (Crickets, you may note, can’t read. Or comment.) Lord, let it be the former, if only because I now have to report my “business sales tax income” to New York state every 4 months. (In air quotes because this alleged sales tax collected is currently $0, since I still need to get my shop up.) Fingers crossed, people.