Are things picking up?

The plain black hat is definitely my all-time best-seller.

Only one sale per week? Not ideal but I’m not going to refuse the money.

Being sick for so many days means I’m pretty far behind on my preparations for selling shit on Saturday night.

I’m trying, though. It’s the end of the month at my day job (billing department, whee!) so we’ve been working 10 hour days… well, 9.5 hour days. We keep running out of shit to do so they let us go home. I’m all for the overtime pay but getting to work 2 hours early sucks. Today I’m actually going in three hours early. 5am. Which is a bullshit hour. If I hadn’t seen it from the other side so many times I’d think someone just made it up.

My point is: we will have nothing to do at work and be on time-and-a-half pay so they will send me home early.

And I will work my ass off.

I have everything to make 8 new aprons (with pockets) set out in my work room. The fabric just needs to be trimmed to remove the selvedge edges and have the corners squared up before I can start in. Oh, and the pockets. I have to do the pockets. Pockets are a right pain in the ass.


2002 also had a lot of Hippie/Raver kids…


I love orange. And I love purple.

And I’m super tacky sometimes, so I love them together. Also, these glowed in blacklight. 

I have a few young friends who say they were “ravers” as teenagers but I can’t think of them that way. They were born in the 90s. The majority grew up here in Phoenix, AZ. I was partying in the late 90s in San Francisco. Back in the days when getting dressed to go meant putting clothes on instead of taking them off. I sound like an old person.

“You whippersnappers don’t know what you’re talking about. In my day, the DJs had actual turntables and the drugs were a lot stronger. You youngsters got the girls out of most of their clothes, but it costs more to get them high enough to let you touch ’em!”

This is the last one from ’02, I promise. Next week we begins 2003!

This is new.

All I have is a cold but I’m too sick to work. On anything. I keep going to lie down for a minute because it’s the only position that makes my head stop hurting and then I end up asleep for an hour, lol.

Anyway, that’s all I’ve got today. Oof.

Time to go lay down again.

You know it’s a bad sign…

…when you go grocery shopping and all you pick up is chicken soup, orange juice, and ginger ale. 

Totally forgot to restock the cough drops, though. Luckily I have a stupid boyfriend who appears to be upset that I’m hogging all the illness and is coming over to make me share.  He better remember the cough drops or I’m sending him home.

Took long enough…

V9GlgLl1b8hkahh3J_RsABxDI9F79Sc8Zav_UJY3MrQ Yay! Finally sold another thing! I hate when sales lose momentum. Hope shit picks up.

Next weekend I’m going to be getting booth space to sell at a local roller derby bout. So that’s going to be interesting. I’ve got a lot of friends who play but I’ve only been to watch a couple times. Hopefully they buy shit, lol.

If you’re in the Phoenix area check it out.

Other links to click:

Arizona Roller Girls

Riotous Rags (my buddy Dan/Pat Riot will be selling there as well)

No, seriously, 2002 was the year of the hippie.

SundaeI found this chick who did amazing hand dyed fabrics and who sold them not only by the yard but also in bundles of precut patchwork squares. I’m sad I can’t find her anymore. The work was seriously amazing.

I named this piece Sundae because of the cream colored super soft thin wale corduroy I found on sale. And, you know, sprinkles looking squares of cotton.

Too bad I can’t find a photo of the front, the top was really pretty.

Really, I should see if I can find anyone who makes these squares. They’re soooooo nice!