You can’t beat on this Suburu Brat, posed front and back on an island rising up from an infinitely scribbled sea. While on the satin-lined inside, flocks of birds spiral in a deep blue dream. Made with custom-Jen-Spectacular-designed canvas and satin fabrics, it features a metal double zipper closure with silvertone hardware. Please allow 2 weeks for production. 10” W X 9” H X 5 ½” D
$ 300.00 USD
Stack cotton glen check plaid on a deep black velvet contrast and this bag is strictly Continental. Street name: Executive Summary. Seriously shiny happy yellow satin lights up the interior. Features a metal-zippered seersucker inside pocket and a vegan leather bottom. Please allow 2 weeks for production 13” W X 8.5” H X 6.5” D
$ 350.00 USD
Cotton camouflage fabric hides what you keep inside, guarded by a flaming red Trans Am. While a screaming yellow satin lining makes your stuff easy to find. There’s a metal zippered seersucker pocket to secure what needs protection, and a two-section lining tumbler pocket for easy-grab organization. Black cotton webbing straps. Approx. size: 21” W X 12” H X 6 1/2” D
$ 250.00 USD
In this car I decided to tell my grandmother I was leaving Michigan to move to San Francisco. The last dream I had of her she was being chauffeured in it to a “Bring your Parents to Work Day”. That happened a long time ago. I remember in her kitchen she had a wallpaper mural I would study. It was a scene with pagodas and seas and a beautiful woman in a kimono walking over a bridge. I drew all the patterns on the fabrics.
I first met my husband, Jason, he was driving a beige Monte Carlo with a broken front seat so it looked like he was rolling real low. I kissed him in that car. In hindsight, over 20 years later, I would have him driving his dream car. He deserves it.
My dad had this car. I remember him pulling next to some guys who were swearing loudly at a stop light next to us. My dad says, “Hey, I’ve got kids in the car.” And they looked over and unbeknownst to everyone I flipped them off and they started laughing so hard. My dad got mad and peeled out. I think he called them “assholes” My friend and I came up with this verb called phoenixing. Well I phoenixed my way outta that situation.
