The Tank Top

Oh the places we’ve been!

This photo is two years old next month. That tank top was my piece de resistance. I spent probably a 100 hours or so on it. Handdrawn. Front and back. Every detail.

It’s still hanging in my closet. Y’all can’t afford it.

I had no idea back then that I’d ever try to turn that into a real business, let alone go all  in on it.

But here we are.

Sales are still a trickle. It’s tough turning compliments into purchases.

Still, I’ve hit a turning point. I no longer have any doubt I can do this. I don’t know how long it will take. I don’t know if things will just start to fall into place or struggles will reemerge.

What matters is now I believe in myself. And when I look around, all I see are the people who believe in me.

Y’all. We’re gonna kill it. Not just me, but those of you who look at what I make and say “woah, that’s crazy and those colors kind of hurt my eyes, but they make me smile.”

Because if I’ve learned one thing from my derg, that’s all that really matters.