I want to introduce my big, scary, dream come true. Something decades in the making, something that I have stopped and started more times than I can count. Something that seemed equally possible impossible. It just took someone to look me in the eyes and ask why not just try?
So try I did. I took the files that have been hiding in a folder on my desktop. The ones that I have been dreaming of and working on for longer than I can remember, and I did something with them. Then I added some more. I bought a domain. Set up an Instagram account and Facebook page. I ordered business cards. I did a test run. And now I have a t-shirt company.
Is this real life?
In case you are like me, who loves a good origin story, I designed my first t-shirt my sophomore year of high school. Eons before Photoshop and really any useful graphic programs, it was just me and whatever art supplies I had on hand. I took my design and drove it to the local screen printer in my 1979 Volvo station wagon. A week later I picked them up, and the Trabuco Hills High School swim team had official shirts.
Fast forward a few years, I start dating a boy, who happened to be a drummer, who's band happened to need people to man the merchandise booth. At the time the booth was actually not a booth, just shirts piled on whatever table the venue gave them. I enlisted the help of my mom, and together we sketched out a plan, purchased PVC pipes and built the Supertones first merch booth. My friends and I painted the banner, because free labor is way cheaper than a sign shop.
Pretty much every weekend you could find us here. It still holds some of my fondest memories.
And perhaps my least fond hair color.
So here I am, a girl standing in front of you with a bunch of t-shirts, asking you to love them.
Because I really, really do.