You know, when some ideas should have been left at ideas,
you should just leave it to the pros.
Well, my sisters tasked me with making our family reunion shirts.
Everybody had a custom shirt,
and I started crocheting.
It was at this point that I knew I had fucked up.
You know, weeding the first shirt.
I already knew. I’m not gonna lie.
I have been a while since I have made a shirt,
but, yeah,
baby, weeding takes way too much time.
I do understand why people gave up on a cricket then.
It’s about lining up every single shirt properly
before it goes on a heat press.
Listen, I was five shirts in when I had known I, I,
I signed up for the wrong thing.
It was bad enough to get people to respond to the group chat
and give me five addresses to describe themselves,
but hopefully they love their shirts.