black fashion designer, Fashion, fashion designer, recycled fashion, streetstyle, upcycled

The Sales

I handpainted this Almost Famous jacket and it SOLD THIS WEEK!!!

One thing about the past year of worrying, anxiety causing, horrifying and alarming events was having to retreat into a bubble (quarantine) and having to really and seriously think about what I would do if my job didn’t come back. Luckily I’ve been selling stuff online since 2015, and I had that to fallback on. My online business gave me something to focus on and a lifeline, since so many were shopping online.

The last few months have been collectively better than the last few years, and the last few weeks have been amazing. But this week really floored me because I sold items that I had refashioned and handpainted, which made me super happy. I believe in everything that I list, since I picked these things to sell, but when I sell something that I personally created, it’s like having wings on my heart.


This week I sold a handpainted denim jacket for full asking price and I was on the floor because I also sold a pair of penny loafers that I reworked into fun fashion statements. I think these are so cute, tbh. I wanted to do something that suggested spats and had an old fashion, 30s feel. I’ve sold designer, vintage and plain old used but selling items that express my personal creative outlook is icing on the cake.

This week I sold a handpainted denim jacket, these shoes and a striped sweater with embroidered patches. I started experimenting with reworking and upcycling items in 2018, and I’ve sold 16 items, from bags, to tiedyed t-shirts to shoes. One the one hand, it’s an economic endeavor because I do want my items to sell, but they’re also individual artistic statements. I put a lot of effort into every piece, even the ones that seem simple like dip bleached jean shorts. I took a sashiko stitching class, bought a sewing machine, spent days in the bathroom tie dying. Every sale gives me the energy to work on more ideas. I’m dying to get into screen printing.

6 years ago I was just trying to make a little money selling blogger perks and thrifted items and now I’m a fashion designer. Granted, there are tons and masses of people ironing on patches, bleaching, tie dying g and stitching items. A lot of people have sewing machines and are doing creative things with them. I’m not the only person handpainting denim jackets, and I’m not the only one who loves drawing hearts. But that doesn’t stop me. You can’t always be the first and only, but you can do what makes you feel happy and creative and not worry about the competition.


dating, Fashion, relationships, self confidence

The Man

So when I went on my background acting gig I met this guy. And I was kind of annoyed, because this always happens to me. I go somewhere on a single lady mission and quickly attract a loser. Ok, maybe loser is unfair. I’m not that great of a catch myself. But I do often attract time wasting men that view me as non-threatening, low hanging fruit. That’s my life.

It wasn’t always like that, though. I guess technically I’ve done ok. I had some nice boyfriends, got married and divorced. So it’s not like it was all bad. But I was a different person then, and looking back I know I never found what I wanted because I didn’t know how to define or look for it. You can’t get what you can’t identify. And I still can’t define what I want so I attract … nothing. Human blanks looking for a meaningless good time. I have no image in my head or heart to guide me towards whoever I’m supposed to be with.

Also, I’m just finally getting a feel for who I am post COVID. I get that other people are bored and lonely and looking to hook up, but I don’t want anyone sweating up my new, expensive mattress. I don’t want to cook for anyone (the other day I made cheesy rice and it was basic and common and delicious), and I don’t want to suffer through anyone else’s cooking. I don’t want to dress up or wear makeup or do anything with my hair. I like being ugly and unstylish. It’s too hard to try to be anything else now.

I can’t see myself getting all excited to go date. I will puke if I have to act cultured. I did all of that shit for years and it didn’t make me happy and nobody cared. It’s not perfect being alone; you pay all the bills and there’s no one to rub your feet, but I’m getting good at taking care of things. I’m not ready for dating or even friendship. I’m just ready for me. That’s good enough right now.


Fashion, fashion designer, fashion month, fashion photo, models, photo, photo shoot, Photography, styling

The Magazine

Click to check out all back issues of The Magazine Ok

Eleven years ago I created an online magazine. I was living in Chicago and sick of not getting opportunities to publish my fashion work. I wasn’t one to sit on my ass and let other people determine what I deserved and I knew my work was as good as anyone else’s. I took graphic design classes while I was studying photography, and I spent years studying magazines and fashion photography and I knew that technically it wasn’t that hard. Mostly I didn’t want those Chicago assholes thinking that they could keep me down. Nobody wanted to hire or book me, so I hired and booked myself. Screw them.

Click to check read The Magazine OK on issuu

There’s something maddeningly frustrating about having your work ignored that I couldn’t live with. I really busted my ass coming up with ideas, finding locations, looking for models and designers and makeup artists and stylists and shooting and editing and then getting nowhere. Every so often I would get a job or win a little contest or something but it wasn’t enough. I worked hard and I tried hard and I deserved to be published. No one could tell me that I didn’t deserve success.

See the rest of this shoot that I styled by clicking

I asked people that I knew and had worked with and I even styled another photographer’s shoot to get what I wanted. The pics in the Pink Lady spread features all clothing that I had collected. I settled on a pink/black/white color scheme with a punk, new wave feel. I could have shot it myself, but I wanted to try starting a styling career back then since I wasn’t doing assisting work. You have to get on the sets somehow. I only did a few styling gigs, though. I ended up selling and giving away all my stuff and moving to New York.

Yeah…. Lexi Tomchek from ANTM cycle 15

Here’s a funny thing, I did a shoot with a nice girl who was looking to start a modeling career and one night in hotel in Montana I found out that she made it onto ANTM’s 15th cycle. And I only saw it because I was fighting with the person I went out there to visit so it was completely random that I found out. She was a cool girl, but that Mexican wrestling shoot did her in. Anyway. I was renting the first floor of a grey gardens type house in Humboldt Park and I had people come over to shoot all summer and she just happened to be one of them. Crazy, huh?

The Magazine OK and other projects on issuu

I didn’t end up getting the editorial work I wanted, but I did get a fashion internship which helped me learn more about desktop publishing. Then I started getting paid to write for a fashion website. Then I started publishing on another site and drifted into fashion/beauty blogging. The Magazine OK helped me get fashion show invitations and gave me a feeling of accomplishment and satisfaction. I had my own magazine. If I wanted to, I could do it again. If I felt like it.

Eleven years ago I made a decision not to let other people determine my fate and it led me on a path to where I am right now. I’m not a world famous anything, but I’m happier just chilling and being basic and loving the life I have. I’m capable of affecting change and shining a spotlight that lets other people shine, even as people judge me worthless. I took great photos, and then did a great job editing my own publication with no help from anyone else.

I can do anything.

beauty, entrepeneur, entrepeneurship, Fashion, manicure, nail polish, nails, pedicure, recycled fashion

The Pedicure

I haven’t gotten a pedicure in a minute, and that minute includes pre-COVID. In my usual procrastinating manner, I kept promising myself spa days and then not quite getting around to it. Just shortchanging myself by not keeping my own promises. Tragic. But it’s a new year and I decided that I need to make my feet a priority, not just out of vanity, but because when you take care of your feet they take care of you. But it was super important that I go to the right place. So of course I used instagram to find the perfect pedicure. Of course.

Images from Nail Diva BK

Remember when I blogged about Fro.ology and GoldenBrownSkin? Well, I was on the lookout for manicurist of the same caliber: brilliant, talented and black. I want to feel that same level of comfort that other people get to feel when they get services from people that share their racial and cultural background. I want to feel welcome and at peace with where I am. And I still want a perfect pedi and great service. I’ve been following Shaneeka for awhile and when I finally got it together to make a appointment, I was gratified to find myself using a streamlined online process that had me booked in minutes.

I have big feet that I have to remind myself to sand down, so I won’t be making any foot fetish cash, but I do believe that a good pedicure makes you feel better about life. It’s like lingerie. Polished toes and smooth soles make me feel like I’m in control of my life. I got super excited about getting Shaneeka’s Charcoal Pedicure ($40) and I was not disappointed. There was soaking, a delicious scrub, the mask and a massage. I had asked for a paraffin treatment as well, since I got addicted to them at bliss, but I actually didn’t need it. And she was super chill, down to earth and professional. I usually don’t talk during services, but I felt like I was hanging out with a friend instead of someone who’s just grabbing my money.

Here’s the finished pedicure, after being sprayed with oil, wrapped in plastic plus my socks and rainboots. Perfect condition when I got home. 10/10 recommend Nail Diva BK if you’re in Brooklyn. We started on time, and she was done within the time frame quoted. She does all of the little things that I’ve gotten used to from going to upscale places like Nail Bar in Chicago and Bliss in New York, and she was nice enough to use the polish that I made. I love dark colors for toes and since I started making polish during quarantine, I’m now in love with the idea of only wearing my own. Win/win. I can’t wait to show my boat feet off this summer!

Fashion

The Business

When I started selling on eBay in 2015, I remember thinking how badly I needed that to work. My blog had gone bust and I was so broke. I had been selling cookies and baked goods on the street all summer, but it made me nervous not to have the proper licensing. All I had was a bunch of beauty products, plus a ton of shoes and clothing and shoes from brands. I didn’t need or want or like any of that stuff anyway. I was so desperate for a way out of homelessness that if they had put dog shit in a tube I would have pretended to use and like it.

Fast forward six years and I’m still selling online, but I’m on multiple platforms. I learned how to score inventory cheap from thrift store outlets. I learned how to buy new jewelry and accessories cheap on AliExpress. And this summer I had time to work on tiedying t-shirts and sweatshirts. I’m making soap. I found out where to get cheap denim jackets to paint on. I finally got transfer paper to create my own iron t-shirts. And at some point I’ll get my papermaking up and running. I’m not all they way where I want to be, but my side hustle held me together during quarantine, so I’m putting all of my extra time and money into it.

I’m currently thinking about how to make my side hustle into a big girl business and even signed up to get advice from a women’s business non-profit, but that was a bust because they didn’t really listen. Ever go through that? You tell someone what you want to do, they say they understand but then give you advice that might get you arrested for tax evasion? It was like that. She tried to rush me into an LLC, which would have netted me some tax fees later which I may or may not have been able to pay. So I’m currently looking at how LLC filing really works, and what the up and downsides are.

Entering the new year, I’ve been tallying up expenses for inventory, art supplies, soap supplies, shipping supplies, and equipment. It’s staggering. Even with the extra thrown in from unemployment and stimulus. It’s amazing how money can find any little hole to flow out of! So I’m catching up with all expenditures and starting a spread sheet to track everything from now on. And a spreadsheet to track sales and cost of goods. I feel like 2020 was the last year that anyone can walk around acting like they don’t know how to do things. I saw a guy build a bathroom on instagram…I can learn how to properly run a business.

The pictures in this week’s post are all stuff that I sold. From designer samples to perfume to tiedyed t-shirts. I sold a handpainted designer bag in few hours on instagram. I still have a job and I’m trying to get another one, but this little side hustle keeps me alive. I’m so grateful that in a moment of despair I figured out a lifeline for myself. Because let’s be real, any damn thing can happen these days.

You can drop by any of these online locations for new, used, vintange and upcycled fashion, as well as my handmade soap and nail polish:

Depop: new, used, upcycled,vintage, high end,fragrance, soap, home

Poshmark: new, used, upcycled,vintage, high end, soap, home

Tradesy: new, used, upcycled,vintage, high end,fragrance

Ebay: new, used, upcycled,vintage, high end,fragrance, soap, home

Grailed: men’s new, used, handmade and vintage, designer

Thrilling: vintage and designer

Mercari: new, used, upcycled,vintage, high end,fragrance, soap, home

Feel free to follow the Facebook page, too.

Fashion

The Apartment


I moved into my apartment six years ago and it took me a year to believe that it was mine, and that nothing was going to mess it up. I’ve been through some things. This picture is from the first few months of quarantine, I think. I’m pretty sure because I got those roses at target the last day that I worked before going inside. For what turned out to be three months. Now I think we should have just carried on like normal because things don’t seem to have gotten better and now, after finding vaccines and shipping them… we have mutant strains.

But this post isn’t directly about Covid-19. It’s about what happens when you suddenly have time and money to make a better, more comfortable, home instead of just a place you stay in between shifts.

The Beginning:

Just constant mess. Stepping over boxes from deliveries and trying to find room for things. I’m in a large-ish studio, well larger than some people’s teeny tiny closet apartments, and I’m extremely grateful for that, so the hardest thing was just figuring out what area should be where. I started reading a book on feng shui before lockdown,and I had already started by moving the bed over by the window, but there was a lot more to do. I had to get rid of a hulking clothing rack in the living room, figure out where to put my desk and the kitchen table and the front room had to be rearranged. Luckily I had nothing but time. And an extra $600 a week.

The Personality Test:

I’ve never had the opportunity to really decorate anything. One, no money. Two, lack of ideas and information. Like, what do people do with their homes? What looks good? What do I actually like? After a stint in a museum gift shop (that’s where I got the feng shui idea), I had a little crystal collection and a Himalayan salt lamp, and I had started to buy plants, another thing that I had just never done. Which is wild. There were no plants in our home when I was growing up. Not even a homemade avocado plant. No green. My mom was into animals, cats, fish, dogs. All badly taken care of, just like her kids.

Sorry. That happens lately. I’ve spent so much time alone and thinking, that along with a new ability to decorate, I now remember why I felt like I didn’t deserve nice things.

The Nice Things:

So I bought myself a filing cabinet, and a little storage unit for the bathroom. I got a lovely antique mirror from Brooklyn Vintage Company (they delivered just like the wine shop) and I used my arts education to do stuff like make marbled pencil holders out of plastic bottles. I painted an old mannequin leg that I found in the street a few years ago, and organized the closets. I got a shelving unit to put my soap and packing supplies together. I used an old board from my diy bathroom table to create more storage space on top. Now that’s my little office type thing. Much better.

The Paint Job:

Now I’m up to wall treatments. I’ve been dying to paint the front wall red, and after messing around with sample stickers and such, I got Behr paint sample (8 ounces) from Home Depot and got to work. I got reusable wallpaper from target for the bathroom, and I’m using that to redo the outlet covers. I found a glass pumpkin at goodwill and painted it. Im iffy about the color I got for the bathroom wall, but work with it.

I’m a long way from finished, but my space feels more like the me I’ve been trying to be. I deserve a beautiful place to inhabit and flourish in. It sucks that it’s taken so long to get to this point, but oh, well. It did take this long. It just did. This is when everything came together. I’m working on accepting that.


Fashion

The Family

A long time ago some things happened and I found myself out in the world with no family. Just out. Nowhere to live, no one to talk to, no financial support, nothing. I was still alive, I still had to eat and live somewhere, but my family no longer cared how or if that happened. But like a lot of young people who find themselves in that situation, I went out with fire in my blood ready to prove them wrong. I was homeless, broke and alone but I was going to show them how wrong they were. The passion to prove I didn’t need them propelled me along like jet fuel.

Over the years I’ve made great, good, okay, bad and terrible decisions. I’ve gained and lost. I figured things out and did my best. I have been homeless eight times, the longest time lasting three years. I tried to kill my sell a few times, obviously that did not work. I’ve had a gazillion jobs, none very high paying and definitely no room for growth or success. I’ve met a gazillion people, some good some bad. I got married and unmarrried. I never stuck to anything or anyone. I was rootless. Since I had no family to rely on, I was always insecure. I never felt safe. I still don’t feel safe trusting people. I have one foot out the door at all times because you just never know. At least when you’re alone you know who you’re dealing with.

I’ve tried to go back to my family a few times but it doesn’t take. I blamed myself for not trying hard enough and for not giving enough. I blamed them for not trying enough. I thought endlessly about what could have happened, how I could make it work, etc. what I could say. If I do this, if I do that, I should say something about this, I should say nothing about that. I wanted to go back in time and make everything better, but there is no such thing. Things were said and done and those things can’t be erased or done over. I went through therapy and ended up with a therapist with a similar cultural background and dealing with him showed me all the toxicity that I had been raised with and I was able to finally build a context for what happened and start letting the poison go. So years and years after being kicked out I was finally ready to be on my own.

Fast forward to the pandemic lockdown. Fear of death made me talk to my mother every week. I reached out to my brothers. I made an effort. I made a lifeline for myself in case of death. And I made apologies and I listened and I asked questions and I did my best to be open and at the end of the day I realized some things. My anger at my mother has grown over the nine months of talking to the point where I can’t say another word to her. My brothers… things got worse for them after I was gone, so I can’t blame them for not being able to accept me back. I’m not really their sister anymore. And I don’t have to be. Both of them finally got married, so they have families of their own. They survived. I’m the one that’s dead and haunting them.

Why write all of this down? Who cares? Well, me. I abandon my blog when things aren’t going well because I feel that insane need to be perfect and perky in that oblivious 21st century way. But I pay for this blog and it’s supposed to be a marketing tool so I can’t keep leaving empty week after week. I am a shitty person with family issues and I hate my mother. I am insecure about my looks, I am not rich, I am very very single, and I worry about being successful enough to support myself in my old age. I have tried twerking and did not like it. I’m not perfect, and I am definitely not perky. I have never been perky. At best I am just tolerating everything. I love being alone, but I feel bad about liking it because it means not cultivating business relationships and making money.

I would like to believe that I’m going to blog every Saturday. I’m going to put it on the calendar and set up a reminder. Not because I’m looking for friends or need attention, but because a blog is a business tool. I have a soap business to promote, and I still have a reselling business, which is why this blog is setup to take PayPal payments. It’s a blog with the potential for revenue built in. And I need to use it so that I can build my revenue. Which means that I need to have the discipline to work on it every week and plan schedules for posts and move on with it.

Good luck to me.


cooking, Fashion, food

The Food

I forgot to blog yesterday and I was going to leave it until next week, but then I would be letting myself down by being inconsistent. So here’s an easy post. A bunch of food. I’ve been cooking up a storm, trying new things, trying to be healthy. I’m also keeping to a once a week shopping schedule that helps me budget my food dollar more effectively. I’m not COVID rich anymore so I have to be careful.

I’ve been trying to lose weight (and succeeding! I’m ten pounds lighter now and still working on it) so salads are big go to. They’re also a good midnight snack if have some pre-chopped veggies and salad in the fridge. If I fall off and eat something crazy, I run back to salad.

I basically go to the grocery store looking for adventure. Today I’m marinating lamb chops, last week I was cooking artichokes. I saw lemongrass at the store so I made a Thai influenced chicken stew. I finally perfected my chicken liver technique. I make amazing fried rice, and I found out that gnocchi tossed with asparagus and Parmesan is delicious. Burnt the corn? Toss it with more corn and serve it anyway. You’d be surprised.

Last week I made two loaves of bread from an old cookbook. Then I made farmers cheese because I was scared of the milk going sour. I’m wild now. I might do anything. Pickles and sausage are no longer off limits.

I went out to eat once I started back working. Not all the time, I just need a treat now and then. I dropped by Blue Ribbon Fried Chicken for a hot honey tender sandwich and Milk for cereal milk soft serve. I had to have a grilled chicken bowl from Dig Inn, stir fry from Sakura and I couldn’t miss out on the spicy chicken nugs from McD’s. I didn’t know they were a limited item and got stuck with regular nugs when I went to re-up. I got them anyway, tossed them in chili garlic sauce and seasoning and had them for dinner. I can’t be stopped.

Until next time,

Faith/SEBMarketBK

Fashion

The Line

I was despondently scrolling though instagram on Tuesday morning with no energy and I saw an ad for a sample sale. It was about 8:30 or something and aside from working on my side hustle, I had nothing to do. I had credit cards and cash in the bank and nothing to do and there was a sample sale… it took a minute but the light finally went on and I was out.

Well, two hours later after a shower, some basic eye makeup, a natural hair untwist and fluff, an underwear search, a bra search, a leggings or nothing debate, an outfit switch, a sock search, a shoe debate it was time to leave. Typing this I feel like I should have worn my denim jacket, but this is all in the past. But it would have been more downtown, Soho, punk chic cool. Next time.

12:00 pm

the line at 12… two and a half blocks from the sale

I got to the city from Brooklyn at about 10:45 and managed to walk in the complete wrong direction. I always get turned around in this neighborhood. After stopping to google map myself, then realizing that I came out of the train station pointed in the right direction, I stomped off to Wooster Street. Got to Wooster Street and started walking down the line of fashion mobbers waiting for bargains. Kept walking past West Broadway. Two and a half blocks later I fetched up on the end of the line and stopped. I didn’t even think about going home. This was the most exciting thing I’d done since quarantine.

1:15 pm

Progress. I have reached the corner!

As with anything fashion related, The thing you think is cool will make you look kind of stupid to passers by. People kept asking what the line was for. Someone made the mistake of asking me. I said the line was for food stamps.

2:30 pm

Halfway up the block, hallway to Starbucks

So time passes and I’m still outside on the line. But! I have a ticket, which roots me in place like a paper anchor. I have a claim now, a real stake in line real estate. I cannot be dislodged. With my newfound air of privilege I ask the woman behind me to hold my spot while I grab a tasty beverage. I didn’t even wait to get a drink made, just grabbed chips and a bottled tea and went back to my spot.

3:30 pm

when you can see the front of the line…

So it’s been three and a half hours, but now I’m look ahead and I can see Wooster Street, a big improvement. They were only letting in groups of twenty five, and the line handler said that we would be in the next group. People were dropping out, and it made me naively believe that it was only another half an hour.

4:00 pm

halfway to Wooster looking at the only other black person on the line

I felt a tiny frisson of excitement at this point because I could count how many people were ahead of me and I was definitely in the next group of twenty five. I didn’t fantasize about what I would buy, I was just excited about being outside for so long.

4:30 pm

A wristband!!!

So now I’m so close that I got a wristband. This is where things got dicey because while I was quietly happy and ready to move on signal, the people ahead of me were mad and wanted to fight. The entitlement kicked in and there were questions about how long people really got to shop. Why were we still out here? What? Why? How come? And then It was 5:15 or so and they waved me forward and I forgot about taking pics because I had half an hour to hunt for treasure.

Mission accomplished:

So after five and a half hours my line cohort moved forward into the promised land. A bare bones store front with racks of extra small clothing, tables of luxe handbags and shoes and bins of purses and smaller accessories. Plus a jewelry counter. I had already made a mental budget, and once I saw that the clothes were a no go ( I can’t do anything with extra small, plus the clothing was already picked over), I went straight to handbags, then hopped to shoes, then dug around for purses and phone cases and hit up the jewelry counter. Rung up and checked out and back on the streets in twenty minutes.

There were some nasty cats hanging around the door, mad because they couldn’t get in and making comments and trying to peep in people’s bags as they passed by, so I beat my feet to the train station in case they were the type to snatch and grab. I’m not usually carrying large shopping bags of designer merchandise so I was nervous all the way home. I was not trying to lose my $550 investment. I got a decent amount of stuff and I kept a phone case and super cute purse for myself, and the rest goes into my side hustle inventory. Now I feel brave enough to hit the thrift stores again.

Until next time,

Faith/SEBMARKETBK

Fashion

The Business

So. I’m back.

My soap empire

During quarantine, when everyone was getting murdered, I was in my apartment trying to think of a way to earn money since my job is retail based and it looked like stores would never open again. I don’t sew, so masks weren’t an option. I already have a reselling side hustle selling new, used, vintage and upcycled fashion items (links on this page so you can buy stuff), but I wanted something more basic. Something that would be deemed essential. After brainstorming and searching social media, I decided on soap. I felt like that gave me a lot of room to be creative and its something that makes people’s lives better. Washing your hands is imperative, but a nice fragrant and moisturizing soap makes it a self care event, too.

Making lemon eucalyptus hemp oil soap

I have wanted to make soap for years, and I took a soap making class to learn how to do cold process soap a few years ago. Cold process takes weeks to cure (I never even got my soap back from that class, tbh) and I wanted to get in there and start producing right away. Thanks to the massive unemployment check I was getting every week, I could invest in different melt and pour soap bases, fragrance oils, molds, dried flowers, coffee, sea salt from Malta, essential oil, packaging, etc. I bought a big sketch pad to keep track of my recipes and methods. I fucking love making soap. My bathroom is full of soap.

And … it’s been selling! Since July, in addition to tucking soap samples into every package, people were actually purchasing my soap samples and bars. That has been such a major blessing. I haven’t made back all the money I spent, but it was a healthy number for $4 samples and $8 or $10 bars. My job came back a little and I still have to rely on unemployment, but making money from this gave me some hopeful feelings.

Washing up with that lemon eucalyptus hemp oil soap sample

So that’s what I’ve been doing instead of blogging the last few weeks. Just trying to get a handle on life in late 2020 and trying to be loose in anticipation of 2021. I’ve been tie dying, reworking items with sashiko mending, and working on relying more on my creative skills as a way of life. You can’t rely on anyone else to give you a vision for yourself or to care about giving you anything. It’s imperative to try and carve out some space in the world were you can do something that fulfills you, regardless of race or gender or religion or political affiliation because at the end of the day, it’s your life. Like voting. People say Trump, people say Biden- but after all the twitter fights and ig comments, it comes down to who or what satisfies your ideology and beliefs. Make soap, draw pictures, sing songs, and don’t get caught up in other people’s agendas.

Feel free to buy some soap. Buy a bunch, I need the money. Plus, you’ll probably get free candy or something.

Etsy: www.etsy.com/shop/sebmarketbk

Depop: https://www.depop.com/sebmarket

Poshmark: https://poshmark.com/closet/sebmarketbk

Aliwazas: https://marketplace.aliwazas.com/vendor/seb-market-bk/

Until next time,

Faith/SEBMARKETBK