Be Here Now Signs (small)
This is a long story. Do you want to hear it? Well…you’re still reading. I was walking by the railroad tracks right by Montegut. A train came so I scoured the ground to see what I might see when the rusty lid of a pickle jar called out to me. She told me she was an O.
I knew what that meant. I saw it. The first be here now sign with that lid sandwiched between N and W. Then I thought, I could sell these. Then I thought I could have an event with a band and dozens of these signs. then I thought, I need to make some sturdy ones that can handle the weather.
I got very worried about how I was going to possibly make all these signs and get the jungle guest worthy and book the bands and make the food and was about to lose my mind when the train passed. I put the pickle lid in my pocket. And now, here we are.
The paper ones started as gifts to people I love. The first one started with a two do list written over with red marker in big bold letters and was left with my friend in Alaska. I do collages. Inside outside. You pay. Trust me. And we can work together.
This is a long story. Do you want to hear it? Well…you’re still reading. I was walking by the railroad tracks right by Montegut. A train came so I scoured the ground to see what I might see when the rusty lid of a pickle jar called out to me. She told me she was an O.
I knew what that meant. I saw it. The first be here now sign with that lid sandwiched between N and W. Then I thought, I could sell these. Then I thought I could have an event with a band and dozens of these signs. then I thought, I need to make some sturdy ones that can handle the weather.
I got very worried about how I was going to possibly make all these signs and get the jungle guest worthy and book the bands and make the food and was about to lose my mind when the train passed. I put the pickle lid in my pocket. And now, here we are.
The paper ones started as gifts to people I love. The first one started with a two do list written over with red marker in big bold letters and was left with my friend in Alaska. I do collages. Inside outside. You pay. Trust me. And we can work together.
This is a long story. Do you want to hear it? Well…you’re still reading. I was walking by the railroad tracks right by Montegut. A train came so I scoured the ground to see what I might see when the rusty lid of a pickle jar called out to me. She told me she was an O.
I knew what that meant. I saw it. The first be here now sign with that lid sandwiched between N and W. Then I thought, I could sell these. Then I thought I could have an event with a band and dozens of these signs. then I thought, I need to make some sturdy ones that can handle the weather.
I got very worried about how I was going to possibly make all these signs and get the jungle guest worthy and book the bands and make the food and was about to lose my mind when the train passed. I put the pickle lid in my pocket. And now, here we are.
The paper ones started as gifts to people I love. The first one started with a two do list written over with red marker in big bold letters and was left with my friend in Alaska. I do collages. Inside outside. You pay. Trust me. And we can work together.