Fashion

The Club


So I was supposed to blog yesterday and I was working on updating my listings and getting all of my inventory organized by May 1st so that I can start working on my Shopify, sewing projects and making paper. I really meant to do my Saturday post, but I started a club on Clubhouse and the room started at 4pm and didn’t end until 3am. No joke, I actually spent all night on Clubhouse and forgot to blog.

It’s funny because I was totally stubborn about joining clubhouse. I didn’t have anyone to invite me anyway, which is probably why I was bitter. I joined a Poshmark Accountability group on instagram and over the course of six weeks, made friends with people and ended up getting invited. Then I helped the group leader get on, since she had an Android I coached her through setting up on her iPad. I gave a few invites away on Instagram, too. As a pay it forward thing.

I’m an intermittent user at best, but the magic is that you always seem to pick up some new friends if you participate, not to mention learning a ton about reselling, vintage and just getting a chance to speak to people instead of just trading dm’s or comments. I haven’t spoken on the phone in years, but lately I give people my number so we can talk. It’s wild. I am talking on the phone, laughing, listening, and enjoying the company of people that I’ve never met.

I decided to start my own club because I actually met a reseller here in NY and I realized that while I enjoy meeting people from all over the country, it would be nice to network and hang out with people right here in New York. So far I haven’t gotten that many New Yorkers, but they’re trickling in little by little. And while I kind of try to stay on topic, last night we talked about a frog on a lady’s deck, whether or not we’re just living in a simulation, NFTs, the stock market, and one person went to get her oil changed.

Pure anarchy.

It’s perfect.

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The Vaccine

I have been growing into a real adult lately. Paying bills and rent, organizing my business, making soap, avoiding fast food, cleaning my apartment, setting goals and now getting vaccinated. Adulthood is just being your own parent.

I was just complacently ignoring the vaccination frenzy, but then people I knew started getting and I got jealous. So I went on vaccine finder, but I couldn’t get an appointment, so I called 311 and found out that they were doing 24 hour mass vaccinations about an hour from me. I almost got stuck with a three am appointment, but finally got one for 6:30 am. I had to get up at 4:30 am, jump out of bed, wipe myself down and run to the train station where I missed the train because my card didn’t swipe. I was so pissed.

But the train came, I walked down a spooky, deserted block to the vaccination site and got there on time. Of course there was barely anyone there. And once I got registered and registered again, the shot wasn’t that bad. I didn’t even feel it. And I got Moderna, the one I wanted (what? I own one whole share of the company!). They made us sit for 15 minutes to make sure there wasn’t any bad reaction, and then I got scheduled for my second dose. And that was it. I got a vaccination card and a sticker for my trouble.

Half vaxxed and proud!

I made it home, got dressed for work, went to work, came home and fell asleep. My arm hurt and I just felt completely exhausted. Once I woke up, my arm still hurt a bit, but I felt great. And I got it done. I adulted. I’m a badass grownup.




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The Shopping Trip

Being a one person business means juggling roles in a timely fashion. I’m the buying and procurement department, the head of inspection and evaluation, the pricing consultant and the marketing department. I was listening to a vintage sellers group on clubhouse and they mentioned ‘rag pickers’. I googled and found a place offering verified vintage to people in the fashion industry… but it’s in Philadelphia.

I live in Brooklyn. Whomp whomp.

Except I got a refund for something which means that I could buy train tickets, lunch and new inventory. I had Friday off, so taking a three hour trip to Philly wouldn’t cause any scheduling problems. We’re not in quarantine, and I have a whole mask wardrobe. A road trip to Bulk Vintage went from not happening to a firm plan. In fact, it became a certainty. So in the rush of planning a trip and going on it, I didn’t get to blog yesterday.


I didn’t take that many photos because I forgot my charger, so this is it. I want to make a big dramatic deal out of it, but I just got up, went to Penn Station, went to Philadelphia, went shopping and then came home. Yep, boring.

But I got that vintage. Objective achieved.

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The Soapbox

I made these!

I’ve been procrastinating about making soap for weeks now. Tbh, I didn’t want to go in my pocket for supplies while there was a stimulus check on the table. I got mine two weeks ago and ordered more melt and pour soap blocks, liquid color pants and a loaf mold. A loaf mold lets you make ten two inch bars of soap in one go. A loaf mold lets you be creative and make prettier soap. A loaf mold sets you free.


I forgot to take a full photo of the mold, but it’s a silicone rectangle that fits in a wooden box, which holds the sides nice and firm. I decided to remake a Lemon Lavender Sea Salt bar recipe that I developed, but adding lavender colored shea butter soap accents. The first time I made individual bars and it smelled great and was moisturizing, but it didn’t have that artisan soap look. Last night I chopped up the unsold bars, added more lavender buds and rose petals and layered it with colored soap like a layer cake.

I cannot tell you how soothing and satisfying the whole process was. I used to strive towards these massive experiences and now, mixing and coloring soap, I am so happy. It’s such a logical craft. No wasted efforts or movements, no stress, and you get soap at the end.

Fucking perfect.