The thing I remember most about this windy, drizzly day, was a minor fear that had occurred to me during setup, that the wind might blow one of my display tees into a puddle. My friend, noticing the closest puddle was so small and in a rather awkward spot, assured me the odds of such a thing happening were quite low. So I was trying to keep it together long enough to pull through the first day of the weekend when a very strong wind gust came through and, while my friend and I rushed to securely hold the tent down with every fiber of our being, one of my t-shirts blew into the puddle.

I haven't done a show since. Not because of the puddle thing, but even private events that were still being held in spite of lockdown and social distancing restrictions just weren't where I felt my head needed to be. Things were getting worse, both out in the world as well as in my life, and all the signs were leading up to embarking on a shift to something greater. Something I had to build a special relationship with over time: the web. And so now, a year and two months later, my online store is born.