Thursday, Apr. 03, 2003
When you're having a conversation with someone who does not know you, it's probably not a good idea to squeal with joy and offer to have their baby, especially if you're both the same gender.
Don't ask me how I know this, I just do.
I spent a large portion of this morning running around on The Wangitude Tee Shirt Quest. This was starting to look a lot harder than I thought it would be.
Café Press, my original plan, won't do sexually suggestive material. The spousal unit's 50th birthday is fast approaching. My e-mail in-box contains numerous rebuffs from on-line custom tee shirt makers who weren't interested in a tiny, two tee-shirt order.
I went to several local print shops, and none of them were interested in making up just two tee shirts either.
Fortunately Mechaieh left a comment mentioning the option of do-it-yourself tee-shirt transfers. Who knew such new-fangled things existed?
I don't have the special paper and I don't have a colour printer, but maybe I could find a computer store that at least stocked the paper.
It was starting to look more and more as if I was going to have to go into Montreal for this. After three hours of running around I decided to give up, grab some groceries and motor home.
The tiny village where I shop has an itsy bitsy internet café. On a whim I decided to walk in and see if she knew anything about getting the paper.
Well, not only does she have the paper, but she makes the transfers and irons them on tee-shirts for a very reasonable fee! O bliss! O thrills! And a couple of raptures!
So now all I have to do is find a place that will sell me two good quality plain white tee-shirts, wash them so the transfer will bond with the fabric really well, and appear at her door with the tees and the graphics file.
So now my to-do list reads:
Goal for 2003: 500 miles - 804.5 kilometers
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