Since all of the penises are home on this presidential holiday- there is no being able to concentrate to pound out a regular blog- so I thought instead I’d share some really awesome stuff with you!
For a while now, I’ve been joking around about making t-shirts or bumper stickers for my page/blog- but it was always kind of a joke. Does anyone really NEED or WANT a Holdin’ Holden sticker? Maybe, maybe not- but it seemed like a hell of a lot of work to go through some companies I’d browsed through online to set up a shop- and would end up charging more than even I could afford- so I gave up on the idea and moved along- no way was I going to charge people an arm and a leg!
I guess it’s a good thing to have friends who do all kinds of different jobs- because a good friend of mine named Kristen runs a vinyl business called Vinyls by Vogel– and she hopped on that shit like it was on fire!
She had already made me a giant Holdin’ Holden decal for my back car windshield, and ornaments for our Christmas tree back during holiday season (seriously, this chick can make just about anything)
Those little plastic containers? Travel toddler utensil holders! Kristen’s idea- quite ingenious if you ask me!
Other stuff she made for me:
She made all of our boys (hers included) these super cute shirts- of course the ones for my little turdlings has my blog URL on the back!
I am weak pic.twitter.com/LYdRQ6EZcC
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Out with the old, in with the pink! pic.twitter.com/plm0ogzPLf
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