We’re all about these incredible knitted guts by Canadian fiber artist Shanell Papp! Looks like they took an eternity to make. And seriously, I’ll take a knitted liver.
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We have three new plushes for you to love! Please meet our Eyeball plush, Party Pupil in the House; our Tooth Plush, Flossin’ Ain’t Just For Gangstas; and best of all, we have brought back the Heart of Gold plush, this time bigger, better and made from fabulous metallic pleather. Be the first in your dentist’s office with a plush tooth or the first on your block with a squashy snuggly eyeball.
I tried to make an alphabetical guts placemat for my two-year-old son, hoping to include every organ and gland we have around here. I got stuck after a while, though, once it dawned on me that spleen, sebaceous, stomach, sweat gland and salivary glands were going to make it very difficult to place all those guts. So I just made a placemat of of all the guts, alphabet be damned. I’ll letcha know how much information he actually absorbs as he flings food all over it.
We had tons of fun at last weekend’s Unique Los Angeles show, a shopping extravaganza that shows off the creative and crafty wonders of Los Angeles and beyond. One woman, who’d had open heart surgery as a child, bought a heart tee for her mom, who tried to watch the surgery on her daughter. After anaesthesia, the doctors took a saw to this little girl’s chest and mom promptly fainted. Lots of folks got Heart of Gold pins for mom, a few uteruses, too — even a mother’s day gall bladder! As usual, we just had fun meeting people and chatting. Our Black Heart got a mention from the wonderful folks over at Cool Hunting, who had eyes at the show. Woo hoo!
What is this thing? Why, it’s a spiky, gold-plated, hand-held vibrator that claims to rengenerate your organs! So if you’re missing, say, your gallbladder, the Guardian Angel is the tool for you. The Inquisitr blog pointed out one of several funny reviews of it from Amazon.com, including this gem: “Since losing my spleen in a shocking harpsichord-related accident, I have been searching for a product that would re-generate my lost organ. Imagine my delight when I stumbled upon the Guardian Angel… Tears of joy ran down my face when I read in the Product Features that it would also relieve stress, fatigue and insomnia – all conditions suffered by the spleen-less.” We figure they are talking about organ regeneration in the acupuncture sense of organs, but it’s still funny. And at $149, cheaper than the going rate for a transplant.
We like to think our customers are the coolest customers in the world. Just got back from San Francisco’s Bazaar Bizarre, a fantastic show with tons of great goodies. We had the good fortune to be close to the good people of Nifnaks and Social Studies, great neighbors who make amazing stuff, be sure to check it all out, and we met some amazing people: a woman wearing a “Made of Recycled Parts” tee who’d just had a heart and lung transplant; a UCSF doc who used our gallbladder painting in a power point presentation; a woman who bought a plush uterus for her friend who celebrates the anniversary of her hysterectomy every year; a woman who wore her Gimme Some Sugar pancreas tee to her endocrinologist, who told her the pancreas on our shirt is backwards (oops, gotta fix that! or maybe his face is on the other side?) Anyway, we’d like to thank each and every person who came and checked out our booth, and we’re super grateful to those fun folks who took guts home for the holidays!
When a museum calls itself “disturbingly informative” you know it’s got to be great. The Mutter Museum, part of the College of Physician’s of Philadelphia, is chock full of bones, preserved guts floating in jars and other creepy stuff from the bodily world. They are perhaps best known for having a replica of Siamese twins Chang & Eng, who had a conjoined liver (hey, if you can’t share your liver with your own brother, who can you share it with?) that is preserved and on display at Mutter. This place is the original Body Worlds. Best of all, this emporium of body parts will soon carry I Heart Guts plushies, stickers and buttons, so if you’re in the Philly area and you just can’t wait, get your guts there.
Heart and kidney visited the esteemed Mayo Clinic a few days ago, on a special road trip. The I Heart Guts team (that would be my wonderful husband, our 9-month-old baby and me) hit the highway to investigate a rare affliction that’s troubling my man (more on that later), so we had some fun driving through the desert. While we were there, we checked out the gift shop to see if they needed any guts, but I think the answer has got to be no way, stocked as it was with purple boa-clad bears that, when a paw was pressed, sang Cyndi Lauper’s “Girls Just Want to have Fun.” I won’t tell you about the singing chihuahua. On the bright side, the Mayo Scottsdale has a great medical library for patients, so if you’re in Phoenix, check it out! There’s tons of books, scientific journals, a giant glob of fake fat, a skeleton, and a really nice librarian. We wanted to stop by Red Hot Robot, an awesome vinyl toy shop in Phoenix, but we ran out of time. Pooper.
We have long loved the Renegade Craft Fair, and lamented its absence from the west coast craft scene. Well hoo-ray and yee-haw, the fair is coming to San Francisco and the Guts will be there! Our pals over at The Particle Zoo will also be in effect, along with hundreds of other indie-rock vendors and maker-type geeks. Our hope is that Renegade continues its national domination and sets up shop down here in old Los Angeles, where we have a big, gaping, empty sad hole where Bazaar Bizarre used to be (Greg, come back! We miss you). And we’re not sure what’s going on with Felt Club for the summer, either. Our best guess is that Felt Clubmaster Jenny is still exhausted from last year’s two XL events. We hope she’s enjoying a wine cooler poolside somewhere during her well-deserved break.
Attention to those who need a liver transplant — it helps to be well-connected. News that Japanese gang members got themselves some livers during an organ donor drought in the early 00s through the UCLA Transplant Services comes as a shock to those who think transplant lists are fair and egalitarian. They sure aren’t. The main gang boss, Tadamasa Goto, was allowed inside the US as a guest of the FBI, which hoped to elicit some juicy inside scoop on Japanese gangs (which, as it turns out, are legal in Japan). Instead, Goto and his cronies got four livers, donating $100,000 for each one, and went on home. (Are these guys drinking tubs of sake every day?)