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Maybe You’re The Hasenpfeffer

You know the Laverne and Shirley song? This one?   (Of course you do, because you exist in the world just like I do.) And the part in the beginning where they chant “Schlemiel! Schlimazel! Hasenpfeffer Incorporated!”?

I don’t remember where, but I recently had the concept of schlemiel and schlimazel explained to me, and it was explained like this: In yiddish, a schlemiel is the kind of person who spills soup at a fancy party, and a schlimazel is the kind of person the soup gets spilled on. Hasenpfeffer, meanwhile, is a kind of soup. 

And then today a friend of mine, with whom I exchange Grooveshark playlists from time to time, made me a mix that opened with this song. Which is weird because (and yes, it’s probably weird on its own too really, but also because:) this is the second time this week that this schlemiel/schlimazel thing has come up for me. It’s an oddly recurring theme, and sums up a lot for me right now. Particularly: which one of these two options, if either, am I? And does anyone want to invite me to a fancy party with soup so that I can find out?

But I told  my friend about this theory, and his answer was awesome:

Maybe you’re the hostess of the fancy party! Maybe you’re the chef! Maybe you’re the Hasenpfeffer!

Maybe I am the hasenpfeffer. Although now that I’m thinking about it, here’s an alarmingly relevant true story: Today I spilled soup in my purse. For real. So… maybe I’m all three of these things.

Or maybe I spend too much of my time trying to decide how a 70s TV show theme song best reflects my current life state. Maybe that one.

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Well hello! It’s nice to meet you!

I’m Esther Fancy, 1/5th of the badass international crochet street art crew, the Ladies Fancywork Society.

I like yarn, ukuleles, glue guns, street art, kittens, glitter,  fireflies, office supplies, sewing, spray paint, magic, mash-ups, mixtapes, punk rock, bluegrass, The Sound of Music, Buffy, tortoises, tea, tiny things, grass, bike rides, big boots, breaking the law, sticking it to the man, stickers, popsicles, public pools, public libraries, musty book stores, writing things, and making stuff.

And I don’t know what I’m doing with my life but I’m planning to figure it out here, one angst-ridden, offensively-cutesy, elevatedly-lowbrow and over-adjectived arts-and-crafts project at a time.

The time has come to turn your heart into a temple of fire.


(And oh yes, pretentious quotes that ring true all the same- those will be here too.)

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