Arms of harm...

Lucky, lucky, me...

In what can only be described as the epitome of bittersweet irony, my blog- which I've used to vent and share (in varying degrees of consistency), for a few years now, has had a sudden surge of interest from people I don't even know. Traffic here has more than doubled everyday for nearly a week and 3 subscribers has become 10, pretty much overnight. I've had 9 emails in two days from readers asking questions, making suggestions, and praising the blog. Thankfully, I have tons more to share with you, and a little more venting to do too; and with the suddenly attentive audience I can't wait to dive in. It's amazing, and flattering, and I'm so grateful for your interest. But twist of twists, I also have some major life changes coming at me and that makes it hard to find the time for anything other than packing boxes and scouring craigslist.

I'm really excited to have this new open-dialogue with you, readers. It feels so legit! Based on your emails and comments in response to my "Retail for Real" blog earlier this week, I have some more informational posts in the works for you, in which we'll focus more in-depth on the vintage market. If you have any more specific questions on this topic or others- feel free to email me (cerezasytigres@gmail.com) and I'll do my best to accommodate all of the requests.

I just have to keep reminding myself that every single day is a precipice of possibility. The possibility of getting everything I have ever wanted. So in the meantime, I just wanted to share this sweet little song with you guys. The video leaves something to be desired, but I like Kat Edmonson's voice here, and the lyrics are so full of optimism- something I frequently lack and often need more of. Just bare with me for the next few days while I navigate my next move... Literally. Thanks so much for reading, I really appreciate it. Stay tuned... :)

Nevermind, I want to be this guy...

Running UP the wall at 1:02! He's just lucky some Men In Black dudes didn't pop out and shoot him with a Noisy Cricket... DAMN!

Is it too late to be Suzi Quatro when I grow up?

Shirts with perks...

Remember the album cover for "Goo" Sonic Youth's major label debut on Geffen? Of course you do... "Stole my sister's boyfriend... Whirlwind heat and flash... Killed my parents, hit the road...". That album was just... beyond. "Dirty Boots"?! I mean, come on!

Anyway, I have this t-shirt...

I wear the heck out of it. It's just so easy and worn-in and soft and cozy. I run my errands in it, I pretend to exercise in it, I sleep in it... Yes, sometimes all in the same day (calm down, I'm a working mother- that stuff is tiring). I don't give it a lot of thought, and no one ever mentions it, and at this point it's just "the shirt".

Well, I've got a little story for you...

Evelyn and I were in line to pay for books at Barnes and Noble recently with around half a dozen people in front of us. Suddenly a pudgy clerk, in his thirties came out from behind the counter, walked straight to us and said: "Congratulations on successfully combining motherhood with a Sonic Youth t-shirt. You win, move to the front of the line." I laughed uncomfortably (because that's my typical response to strangers talking to me), and said: "Thanks" fully expecting him to walk away. No. He was completely serious. He took the books out of my hands and led me to the counter. People were confused and irritated. I heard a lady mumble: "Are you kidding me?". I made my way to the front of the line, both flattered and humiliated; but the clerk was so pleased with himself and genuinely happy that I couldn't help but smile. It was oddly adorable. He even gave Evelyn a candy for being the daughter of a once-semi-cool-kid-come-mother-come-anti-laundry-old-band-t-shirt- wearing-book-maven.

Yay, nerds! :)