My first two Saints That Aren’t Real Saints But Should Be (I’m calling them Blue Saints from here on out for the sake of not typing such a long ass name) are posted as of five minutes ago. St. Eunice of the Frilly Knickers and St. Philomina the Educated.
Neither of them have any visible naughty bits, so I didn’t list them as “adult”, and they’ll be with me at my next show in August. Which y’all should come to. There will be beer.
The next two pin up saints however, have visible bum. I don’t personally consider a bit of cheek particularly adult, but I’ll play it safe and list them as such to avoid anyone barking up my tree with “omg there’s a booty where my/ my child’s / husband’s eyes can look upon it” kind of complaints. I’ve got two bigger Blue Saints in the pipe, but I’m stalled at the moment. Sometimes that just happens. Josephine Baker (who is clothed in the image I have, so she’s not adult either) is also running a bit slowly. No big. I don’t like to force the issue. Beating myself up just makes me not want to work, so I walk away from the project and do something else till the pesky dames get moving again in my brain.
In addition to semi naked ladies, two Egyptian minis are up, as well as three new pigtail hats.
Watch, I finally go in loaded for bear with these hats, and everyone will be all, “Wool hats in August? You madwoman!” and I won’t sell one. Which just means I’ll be fully stocked for fall and won’t have to kill my hands making more. Bright side, yo.
So, you probably stopped thinking about this…
…awhile ago, because there’s lots of stuff on everybody’s mind. Add the barrage of information Facebook and Twitter pelt you with and it’s a wonder anyone remembers to feed the cat.
Yeah, but I haven’t. Because my girl still can’t pay her bills. And she’s got follow up care, and rehab, and can’t work for at least six months. So I’ma badger folks some more to donate and/or pass the link on to others. There’s been a slew of new donations to the GoFundMe page, so shop for a cause and get some cool stuff while helping a wildly talented photographer, poet and one of my bestest friends. Not that the last bullet point on her resume should matter. Oh wait, it totally should cuz I’m awesome and have awesome taste in friends!