No. 254 - 19/4/13
Back at the Boring Store in Wicker Park after what feels like forever, and motherfucking HAIL.
Boring Store Perks
I like that I can have a conversation with someone on biomedical technology while he’s wearing glasses with a fake mustache and nose and I’m wearing a top hat and lab goggles.
How much is this eyeball?
An average evening at the Boring Store
Help they’re sending me back to work with the children today!
On the other hand, semi-fancy nails and a nifty new houndstooth sweater/robe/jacket/??? thing.
So I survived my first encounter with small children wherein I taught them how to knit.
No. 41 - 28/4/12
I’ve been posting these later and later haven’t I?
More Boring Store. We decided to find out how many shirts I can wear at the same time, and then I stamped everything I own. Someone who was buying something wanted a stamp, and I let her play with them while the receipts were printing. When I looked back, her hands were covered in red mustaches. True store.
Paulina and I tackled the Boring Store’s epic mess today.
I totally forgot to take pictures of the store after we cleaned it. Good job. But it was intense. We’re talking probably years of no serious cleaning in that place. It was getting ridiculous.