Shirt Giveaway Insanity.

So, I’ve decided to do some giveaway promotions regarding the coveted and pricey I WANNA ROCK shirt design. Please find the details herein! Both promotional winners will be announced on Friday 10/23, just before the end of the design run, so everyone who does not win will have a few moments to check their bank account and maybe check the under the couch cushions and make a purchase.

Giveaway #1

Email me a photograph of someone, yourself or someone you know, modeling any tinyrun shirt. I’d love to use these in a gallery on the site, so please know that submission includes consent of use, of either you or your photography subject. I solely will judge these photographs to determine the best use of composition, lighting, and overall sexiness? Ok, don’t get too sexy.

Giveaway #2

Tweet about the shirt! This is dirt simple. Tweet a clickable link to the tinyrun site, plus a ‘@tinyrun’ and there you go. The rest of the content is up to you, positive or negative or nonsense. But you know, positive is nicer? I’ll collect these on 10/23 and pick one at random.

Boom.

They’re in the Pipes, They’re Everywhere.

May I persuade you to peruse these photographs of things that are in the pipe, of which I assure you are only a fraction of things production-pipe encased? These few things I have made, am making, am piping if you will, I present for your pleasure.

This embroidery of Lincoln (I just can’t get away from him…) is actually complete. Notice the rather expensive frame. He will be auctioned off at this year’s MookieJam fundraiser. Facts: the outlining thread is actually glow thread (can’t stop using that either), the auction is this coming Monday the 5th of October, and I will be at the auction accepting bids by proxy for this item via twitter.

As we move further away from completion and up the damn pipe metaphor I started and just. can’t. let. go of, we find this interesting, quilted something. I can’t get into detail on it as of yet, but man…it’s going to be fairly awesome. I have a growing and festering sensation that tells me in uncertain pre-Atlantean language that my three readers will love it.

And further away from completion, this box of very tiny cut fabric squares. Seriously. These are all 1.5 inches square. I got this idea that I would make some pixel quilts, and unlike every 32 bit quilt I’ve seen with 2 inch fail squares, I was gonna go all 1 inch rock. FTW, and shit. You can see how well that is going.

And in other news, hey, there might be a shirt design posted tomorrow?

Studio, Studio, Store?.

I dreamt about this space this morning.

Now, granted, in my dream it was even bigger, but I’m willing to settle. Did you look at the picture? Look again. It’s awesome. SO much space, that I’m using occasional capitals. WAIT, there’s more.

You may notice the glare of glass in the photograph. This would be the large panes of glass that make up the front of this space, as this space is a store front. YES. This could double time as both a studio and I could have a STORE. ME. This is about the most riDICulous thing I can think of.

Let me share a few facts about this before I start salivating. Again.

First, to have a store you generally, but not as a rule, want to have things to sell on a fairly consistent, if not constant, basis.

Second, after contacting the management company for the building, I would need to sell roughly 100 or so shirts a month with a wide profit margin, and do so consistently for a two year lease. Three shirts a day. I have a difficult time thinking of how I would find time to make 100 shirts, much less find people gracious enough to purchase them. Not strengths of mine, as of yet.

We all have places to go, and I to, intend to go places. Somewhere. Maybe not this place, but somewhere. Stay tuned.

Mail Call: The Little Things.

I ordered a print from an artist on etsy the other day. What a joy to unwrap; look at all the goodies!

The print itself was wrapped in tissue paper with a bit of stripped floss held in place with a sticker. There was also a business card, a button, and a little hand written note to me from the artist. Nice!

A long time ago I had some leftover button sets and would include those with shirts I shipped…then a few times I just sent extra shirts along with the regular order…but now I’m feeling sorta outdone. Can I come up with a joyful packaging?

And on a separate occasion I received some mail at my post office box! The one that has received nothing for over a year! It was appeared to be junk mail, the address scraped from the site by a bot of some kind. But it had my full title, and just seeing that there, behind the plastic, made my heart swell with glee. Silly childhood glee. A year of PO Box charges? Worth it.

Downtime.

It should come to no surprise to anyone with legit claims to biological continuation of the species experience that time is in fact a bendy, unmeasurable thing. I’ve often previously posited that parents, and therefor anyone older than myself, were rendered insane by the cumulative experiences of both their own life, and experiences of the life that they created, cared for, and fed various hasbro bargain bin offerings to be mangled and chewed upon.

Now I have joined that elite force of planet populators, and only now do I truly understand.

Time. Fleeting. Etc.

In the meantime, as I downtime from shirts in order to catch up on various inane and finally surmountable technical embroidery difficulties tied to production here at home as well as getting in some work on my beginner daddy chops, I present the following back catalog photos that were never posted timely to the relative subject.

Here we see one of the No Look bargains that went out months back. Somebody got this sweetie for $5. How about that. I always liked this one, made oh so long ago, an edition of two. The other was sold at some festival, at some other time. Maybe I’ll revisit the design when I’m no longer under the influence of ‘new’ and ‘more interesting.’

And here are the four production Lincoln batiks, folded and tagged before their shipping out unto the world. Two of them went to the UK, which I find fascinating. You’ll notice the variation between the four, proof that I made the damn things one dot at a time (thumps chest).

The Saddle.

I found this little photo while going through my archives of three months ago trying to piece together what has been happening and what is still in motion now while I hook my foot in a stirrup to re-climb into the saddle.

It’s a nice reminder that I knew and I know and that I have and I will.

More Soon.