I think it’s so obnoxious when I go into a little shop and nothing has a price tag. I hate it with the white hot passion of a thousand suns. Are you seriously gonna make me ask you about the price of every little thing I might consider purchasing? Or would you prefer that I bring a bunch of stuff to the register and then decide if I actually want it as you ring it up? And it honestly doesn’t matter if I can afford it (although the lack of clearly labeled prices are particularly rude to people who maybe can’t). No matter how much money I have I will never feel good about getting ripped off so the asking price will always be a factor.
I was recently in a local needlepoint supply store where they had nothing labeled. Needlepoint supplies vary wildly in price. You can get thread for a dollar or for $20. Canvases can cost 5 bucks or hundreds. From their website I saw that this store had needle minders (little decorative magnets to hold your needle when you take a break, they usually look like enamel pins but with magnets instead of the pin and clasp). Well they had $7 needle minders and $75 needle minders. So someone will wander in and see a cute 1 inch Snoopy magnet, think it’s a cute impulse purchase and then get hit with $75 + tax and have to either smile and go along with it or have to back out. It’s just a piss poor customer experience.


Top right one isn’t even a complicated pattern from what I see, just a basic geometric one with some words on top. If I can chart it out myself I shouldn’t need to hunt someone down to sell me a canvas with it printed on it.
Maybe there’s nuance I’m not getting, but… Like, sure, don’t copy a painted canvas to avoid buying it if it’s something unique, but a geometric background I drew in middle school?
That one is wild. I guess that design is used by some high end fashion house and someone ripped it off and made a pattern that they sell and now they’re big mad that someone else made their own version for their own personal use. Some people just want to make their lives into soap operas. I’ll just hang with the crochet chicks. Those hookers are fun!