02.01.02 :: 1:27 pm

I'm going to be designing postcards.

Yeah, fuck it, why not? Burn the images hi-res on a cd, have My Boy print them out in color (maybe figure out if I can get them printd on matte paper or vinyl, even), slap a frame (optional) on 'em, and sell those suckers.

The wheels on the Vanilla Yarn train are rolling.

Hop on, kids.

Someday, you can say "I owned a Sundaygirl original, from back in the day, when she was no one yet."

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