What the Flock?

Well, I’m happy to announce that after nearly a year in business, Blackbird Tees will be opening it’s first shop in the Seattle area.  It is, perhaps, the tiniest shop in all the land, but a shop all the same, and we’ve decided to call her Flock.  The tentative opening date is set for Monday, December 15th, and you’ll be able to find the full collection of illustrated tees from our Talk Shirty to Me line.  Our hope is to also carry jewelry and accessories from local craftspeople.  The shop is located at 7305 Linden Avenue N, in the Greenlake neighborhood.  For directions, click here.  Hours and contact information follow below.

Flock
7305 Linden Avenue N
Seattle, WA 98103
206-792-9445

Hours:
Monday & Tuesday: closed
Wednesday-Friday: 12-6pm
Saturday & Sunday: 11-5pm

This Little Piggy Went to Market.

Anyone watching the news or listening to the radio this summer probably heard about the release of a new book, Waiter Rant: Thanks for the Tip—Confessions of a Cynical Waiter. Anthony Bourdain described it as a front-of-the-house Kitchen Confidential, and from what I’ve heard, it certainly sounds like just the kind of book that service industry veterans like myself can rejoice in. In all my years as a waitress and barista, my co-workers and I got so much satisfaction from those rare opportunities to retaliate against obnoxious customers.

This may seem childish and petty to some, but if you have ever waited on people, you can appreciate these small victories and perhaps even see them as part of a necessary system of checks and balances. But I digress. My point here is not to relish in the new-found doubts that diners and coffee drinkers will now harbor thanks to this book. In fact, in some strange way, the seemingly never-ending influx of entitled customers often provide the entertainment, adventure, and absurdity characteristic of the service industry. The one thing I miss terribly is the camaraderie that results from facing this common enemy. So much humor surfaces in kitchens, behind counters, and in stock rooms, and all precisely because the public can be so ridiculous. Continue reading »

Like Getting a Cow’s Rear End Through Customs.

Uh, yeah, I know what you’re thinking. But allow me to backtrack a bit before explaining my heading choice for today’s post. Several months ago, I was scouring the internet for interesting, soul-searchy, creative, random bits, and I happened upon a little site entitled Your Life Crisis. Immediately, I knew something promising had to be around the corner, and I’m happy to report that it did not disappoint. The site, brainchild of Aussie, Jarrod Pickford, is an exploration of the quarter-life crisis phenomenon told through video clips and interviews with twenty-somethings from around the world. It was like water to my dry, overworked root system, and after soaking in a bit of nourishment, I wrote Jarrod a letter, praising his efforts and thanking him for the inspirational oasis, making sure to note that if he should ever make it to Seattle, I’d certainly be ripe for a chat.

Well, this past Spring, Jarrod and I met face to face, and following friendly introductions, our chat began, and it would continue for four solid hours. It makes sense that, in times of uncertainty and struggle, camaraderie becomes increasingly important, but I had been charging forth by myself for so long that this fact somehow escaped me. Certainly, friends, neighbors and co-workers have rallied around my business effort, but being at the helm is inherently lonely, and at the end of the day, you feel the weight of that loneliness. And while the solitude is not a bad thing, it’s nice to occasionally look up and see your fears, frustrations and realizations reflected in the eyes of a fellow traveler. Continue reading »

I’m Rubber, You’re (Really Lame) Glue.

So, I created the very first Resume Tee in an attempt to find myself a job. I wore it anywhere and everywhere, and more often than not, people responded with curiosity and encouragement. However, one day, while working with my buddy Anna, an older man came in to buy a cup of coffee, and he offered up a very different reaction. He asked what type of job I was seeking, and I explained that I had a strong interest in writing and copy-editing positions. Well, before I could blink, he responded by saying, “Writing, huh? I sure hope you’re comfortable with failure.”

As he continued on to describe how many of his friends are “successful” writers, all the while maintaining a consistently patronizing tone and posture, Anna’s face grew red with fury and we both began to twitch…anxiously awaiting his departure. Finally, after what felt like 5 years, he exited, and a flood of expletives poured from our mouths. Really, who says that kind of thing to someone? Continue reading »

Take a Walk.

As I speak with more and more people who have started their own businesses or followed some creative path, there is almost always a reference to the negative voices they heard early on. No, I’m not talking about schizophrenia here. These voices are the ones that every person on the planet has struggled with at some point. It’s the voice of an overbearing parent, tactless acquaintance, crappy employer, unhappy partner, cruel stranger. A criticism that has stayed with you so long and made such an impression that, over time, it has morphed with your own views of yourself.

Despite their varying origins, these echoes of negativity all love to surface around the same time. It is in the exact moment we consider doing something new or out of the ordinary. All it takes is a whiff of fear or vulnerability. They smell blood and come running. “Oh, so you think you’re going to take that class, ask that boy out, apply for that job, [insert other act of bravery here], well, we’re just here to warn you that you’re going to look like an idiot. Don’t even try. You’ll just be disappointed. People will laugh at you.” Continue reading »

Be Sure to Stretch.

Not only is it a bit cliche to say that building a business is much like running a marathon, it’s somewhat inaccurate. When faced with the challenge of running a marathon, you have a strong sense of what you’re up against. You’ve seen the course map, bought some decent insoles, and loaded your ipod with good music. Over several weeks or months, you’ve followed a training regimen, and feel prepared for the task at hand come game day.

Unfortunately, with a new business, no matter how much research you do or how many months you prepare, readiness will forever remain illusive, and at some point, you’ll just have to show up with your number pinned to your chest and hope that the weather holds. Route maps across this landscape are at best rough estimates of the road ahead. No two businesses ever run the same 26.2 miles, so when others attempt to offer you directions, thank them graciously, but know that your destination is different from theirs and you will inevitably need to stray. That said, there is one major step you can take to arm yourself against the unknown. Be sure to stretch. Flexibility counts for a whole hell of a lot, and it is a skill that never loses value. Every successful business accepts this sooner rather than later. Continue reading »

The Early Works.

Back in 2001, when I still lived in Washington, D.C., the Smithsonian Art Museum was featuring an exhibition of early sketches from some of the greats, Monet, Van Gogh, Renoir, Picasso and others. One fine weekday afternoon, I wandered over on my lunch break to take in what I assumed would be the raw seeds of genius. Now, let me preface this story by saying that I’m not well versed in art history, and what little I do know was absorbed by osmosis, growing up around a sister who exited the womb with a passion for the stuff.

And so, I entered the museum fully expecting to be blown away…to witness that it’s just in the cards for some people. They are born, and from a young age, talent just pours out effortlessly from their bodies. I hurried past the Greek and Egyptian wings, anxious to see if these preconceived notions about genius would be proven right. As I approached the exhibition, my pace slowed until finally I came to a stop in the center of the main room, where I then sat down on one of the large wooden benches. I carefully scanned all of the sketches, taking in the subtlety and simplicity of the collection as a whole. While some were quite stunning and full of emotion upon close examination, the majority of early sketches were just that. Most of us (common folk) would never know them from the student drawings hanging in our local high school. Continue reading »

Before You Call it Quits…

Whether it is a decision to pursue a degree, try a completely different job, or start selling handbags at your local farmers market, there will be moments when you think to yourself, “my idea is stupid, and I’m a douche bag.” It comes with the territory of putting yourself out there, and it is in the very moment that these thoughts come on that most people curl back into their shells.

Well, I’m going to try and discourage you from such a retreat by reviewing two ideas that are easily much more ridiculous than anything you could possibly be trying to market, and yet they have been wildly successful.

1. Manheim Steamroller. Chip Davis, and his merry band of old men with pony tails make what he describes as “18th century rock n’ roll.” Well, yeah, of course they do. And somehow they’ve managed to sell 20 million albums. If they haven’t already completely destroyed Christmas for you, then get ready because at some point they will. Continue reading »

Take Those Ridiculous Things Off.

Nothing ever goes the way you imagine it will. And I suppose that’s the wonderful and horrifying side of taking a chance. Wouldn’t you know it, that on the very day I could hear the last pretty penny of my business loan clink against the bottom of my piggy bank, I landed a freelance writing job, which partly explains my two month absence from the Blackbird blog. And now that the job is winding down, I’m faced with a strange irony. Rather than earning a respectable living through my t-shirt business, the business itself landed me a different job that allowed me to reclaim financial stability.

When I launched back in February, this scenario never would have crossed my mind. Blackbird Tees was either going to be a hit or not, and being a hit equated almost exclusively to sales. In fact, it was in the very area that I dreaded most–PR and marketing, that I achieved the most success, which ultimately led to a writing stint with a marketing company. I guess the point of all of this is to say that notions of success should be flexible. If you take a risk, start a business, go on an adventure around the world, etc., you will experience some level of success, but I’d caution anyone that homes in on just one definition of the word. You might miss all of the other rewards for your efforts. Even more, the significance of each step is lost somehow when you have blinders up. The small moves made everyday are complete actions in their own right. They’re choices, sometimes difficult ones, that shift your position, move you forward or sideways, and each has a stake in what happens next.

If hiring a web designer had been more affordable, I may never have felt compelled to learn how to build my own site. And if I had experienced even modest success in the first month of business, I wouldn’t have brushed up on my marketing skills. In the moment, it feels like you’re just doing what’s necessary to meet an immediate need, but over time, the ability to bend, problem solve, and change course builds a unique brand of endurance. So, the day-to-day decisions may feel small, but just like with any type of transformation, there will be moments when you get to pause and look back at the cumulative effect, and if you’re lucky, perhaps even surprise yourself.

This One Goes Out to All My Peeps.

Back in Virginia, my middle school used to host an annual dance for the students. And so, every spring hundreds of awkward, socially inept tweens would gather ’round the basketball-court-turned-dance-floor and stare at each other or down at their shoes. In preparation for this momentous occasion, my mom and I would scavenge the mall for the most hideous dress available, pair it with clip-on earrings the size of my fists, and top the whole ensemble off with an Ogilvie home perm. It was like a makeover in reverse. Even worse, I would show up at the dance, talk to my same two lame friends and, if it was a good night, dance with a boy three inches shorter than me that hadn’t bothered to brush his teeth.

Well, as much as I’d love to say that these types of experiences are faint memories, now barely visible in the rear view mirror of the polished, socially graceful woman I’ve become…I’m afraid I can’t. In fact, as an adult, I have often entered social situations, felt horribly uncomfortable, and ended up staring at my shoes for hours upon end. Because my years of work in the service industry demanded a certain amount of conversational skill, I learned how to handle awkwardness with more finesse, but it never completely dissipated. So, to be authoring a blog about putting yourself out there feels a bit like my way of dealing with personal social shrapnel. Continue reading »

I’m Really Big in Canada.

Actually, not really, but thanks to Montreal’s CJAD radio station, and talk show host, Peter Anthony Holder, I landed my very first on air interview. Feel free to take a listen. I find it particularly awesome that the segment opens with Herbie Hancock.

 

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The Answer is in the Question.

There are a ton of websites and blogs offering all kinds of business advice, tips, resources, and news, but after scouring many of them, I’ve come away feeling rather unenlightened. Perhaps it’s because most of these sites are rooted in the assumption that you already know what it is you want to do. While it may sound odd, I actually think it is the prelude to that stage which warrants attention, advice, tips and resources. After all, you feel most vulnerable when the old internal compass is on the fritz. So, it seems strange that significantly more aid is directed to people who have intact navigational equipment. What about the millions of poor souls lost at sea? Continue reading »

We the Jury Find…A Little Peace of Mind?

Last month, I received the universally dreaded jury summons in the mail. Amidst business startup insanity and an insomnia induced haze, it was the last thing I needed. How could the gods conspire against me like this? After years of working crap jobs and praying for any believable excuse to call in sick, it is only now that I get tapped on the shoulder and handed the ultimate get out of work free card. As the owner and sole full-time employee of a fledgling company, timing really couldn’t have been worse.

I tossed the summons onto an ever growing pile of stuff to avoid and went on about my day secretly hoping that I’d be visited by some sort of civic duty fairy that could wave her wand and POOF, my summons would disappear. Sadly, several fairy free days passed and I began to realize that it was going to take more than wishful thinking to get myself out of this. So, as a last gasp attempt to dodge the bullet, I wrote a weepy request for postponement, taking extra care to trap a single salty little tear in one of the paper folds. Continue reading »

Keep Your Stinking Ribbons.

Before I could walk or even crawl, I could swim. My mom often tells the story of how a woman at our local pool suffered a near heart attack when, at the age of 2, I walked over in my diaper and jumped right in to the deep end. It was like that familiar footage of newborn sea turtles that break out of their shells, shimmy to the surface of the sand, and instinctively crawl toward the water. Without influence or suggestion, I simply knew the water was where I wanted to be…all the time. I had the chlorine tinted hair and wrinkly extremities to prove it. And my affection for it would remain alive and well until competitive swimming entered my life. Sadly, adding structure, discipline, and a bunch of blue ribbon obsessed parents to the mix robbed it of all that was special to me, and I retired my little suit and cap by age 6.

Now, at 31, I look back on that early instinctive drive with wonder. It seemed to fade with childhood, only to be gradually replaced by all the things I was attempting to escape when I quit swimming. Rules, opinions, competitiveness and insecurities are far more accurate characterizations of adulthood than the self-assurance I felt as a child. You would think the opposite would be true, that people would get closer to their true identity, but in my experience that is rarely the case. Continue reading »

Even Robots Get the Blues.

You really do have to be a machine in order to make any significant headway as a self-made man or woman, or at least this is what I’m assuming since ’self-made’ doesn’t quite apply to me yet. As a culture, we have an undying fascination with the whole rags to riches story, but what gets someone from the rags to the riches exactly? There is this romantic notion of chasing down the American Dream, but as we all know, with romance comes the ever encroaching risk of heartbreak.

No one seems to linger on this point though, perhaps because the people that ‘make it’ are only interesting enough to interview post-success. And so, looking down from the top, it’s probably easy for them to adopt a sentimental view of the struggle. I, however, am in the thick of it, and the uphill climb is a sonofabitch. Sentimental feelings are a long way off for this little bird. That said, the relationship is not without romance. Waking up at a reasonable hour, strolling in to my very own studio, enjoying the backdrop of good music and old movies while I work, these are the small payoffs that I treasure. Continue reading »