Trash Panda peeps are special peeps. It's almost a true riches to rags story. In 2017, I was earning massive bucks working for the man. I trolled through traffic twice a day, burning up to six hours of my day (every fucking day) to give my employers the pleasure of seeing my face every day.
Did I say day enough there?
What most people don't know is that I lost my baby in 2013. It took almost four years but the nagging reminder that life is fucking short eventually made its way to my cortex and I quit my job. With no idea what I'd be doing.
I am lucky to have an amazing life partner who invested some money in a business idea and a company called Lemon Gem Creative was born (in Fourways, bruh). We do branding and put logos onto things for corporates and I do love the freedom (even if I despise the poverty that comes with it) and I do love the work but I did not feel the fire. I still hadn't found my passion.
Then, in 2018, I created a little shop. Looking back, I've been creating funny mugs and tees for as long as I've lived. I just didn't know I was doing it until I looked back! Back then, the shop was called The Quirky Store and it was initially going to import stuff that you can't buy here in SA but that is just fuckery, until the post office sorts its shit out, we found out we can not play in China.
We also aren't quirky people. We're trashy. We love wearing shirts with swear words on them. Not all of our shirts are trashy, some are curse free but I'm a sweary motherfucker and I want to create a beautiful tribe full of sweary motherfuckers. My big wet dream is we all form a sweet ass gang who aren't afraid to say what we mean and mean what we say.
The world may not be ready for us but some of you are. Welcome. We love you. We really do.
Now buy something, FFS. I have a bond to pay and dogs to feed.