Lisa and I have been quietly working on this little t-shirt business of ours, selling a few here and there and trying to get more places to sell them. This weekend we sold our first t-shirt through ETSY.
I had to call Lisa right away.
"Do you know anyone named Isabel in Brazil?
Me neither! We've sold a shirt to our first stranger!"
The joy of selling to someone who has no familiar obligations is quite exhilarating. Thanks ya'll. Thanks Isabel!
Showing posts with label Krisalis. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Krisalis. Show all posts
Monday, July 16, 2007
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
Today
I am just glad that the sheer exhaustion that I was feeling yesterday has abated. And that the thought of food doesn't disgust me. I guess it is what is going around.
YESTERDAY
Lisa and I made it official - we registered our company name at the tax office. "Krisalis" had its t-shirt launch last Saturday and we did pretty darn well - our sales exceeded my expectations. So that was cool.
Lisa & I also reminisced - as we were both feeling quite ill - remembering the last time we were both ill. It was a weekend away to Port Aransas - Lisa & I got riotously ill. At one point she crawled out of the bathroom to let someone know she was dying, just so they'd know. They promptly fell back asleep.
How long ago was? What was it that we ate? Was it those heavenly meatballs? I've always blamed the meatballs. Have we ever been so sick? And do we remember the house tour we went on together, where we admired one of the lovely bathrooms with it's cool cool cool tile floor, and remarked: "I could totally have food poisoning on this floor."
ah, good times.
YESTERDAY
Lisa and I made it official - we registered our company name at the tax office. "Krisalis" had its t-shirt launch last Saturday and we did pretty darn well - our sales exceeded my expectations. So that was cool.
Lisa & I also reminisced - as we were both feeling quite ill - remembering the last time we were both ill. It was a weekend away to Port Aransas - Lisa & I got riotously ill. At one point she crawled out of the bathroom to let someone know she was dying, just so they'd know. They promptly fell back asleep.
How long ago was? What was it that we ate? Was it those heavenly meatballs? I've always blamed the meatballs. Have we ever been so sick? And do we remember the house tour we went on together, where we admired one of the lovely bathrooms with it's cool cool cool tile floor, and remarked: "I could totally have food poisoning on this floor."
ah, good times.
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