Introducing Tacos & Tees

I want to introduce my big, scary, dream come true.  Something decades in the making, something that I have stopped and started more times than I can count.  Something that seemed equally possible impossible.  It just took someone to look me in the eyes and ask why not just try?

So try I did.  I took the files that have been hiding in a folder on my desktop.  The ones that I have been dreaming of and working on for longer than I can remember, and I did something with them.  Then I added some more.  I bought a domain.  Set up an Instagram account and Facebook page.  I ordered business cards. I did a test run.  And now I have a t-shirt company.

Is this real life?

In case you are like me, who loves a good origin story, I designed my first t-shirt my sophomore year of high school.  Eons before Photoshop and really any useful graphic programs, it was just me and whatever art supplies I had on hand.  I took my design and drove it to the local screen printer in my 1979 Volvo station wagon.  A week later I picked them up, and the Trabuco Hills High School swim team had official shirts.

Fast forward a few years, I start dating a boy, who happened to be a drummer, who's band happened to need people to man the merchandise booth.  At the time the booth was actually not a booth, just shirts piled on whatever table the venue gave them.  I enlisted the help of my mom, and together we sketched out a plan, purchased PVC pipes and built the Supertones first merch booth.  My friends and I painted the banner, because free labor is way cheaper than a sign shop. 
Pretty much every weekend you could find us here.  It still holds some of my fondest memories.
And perhaps my least fond hair color.

Since then I have steered clear of the boxed hair dye at CVS, and designed the occasional shirt for church, for adoption fundraisers, etc.  Each time I would design one, the dream in my heart would be rekindled, and then pushed away.  One of the main factors was the fact that I had yet to find a soft, durable, flattering shirt, that washed well.  I knew that if I were to pursue this dream, I could only stand behind a shirt that I would actually wear. Know that I am extraordinarily picky.  I have too many shirts that started off soft, and then pilled after a wear or two.  Or even worse the kind that when you buy them they are portrait shaped, and after one wash they are landscape.  NO.  I finally came across the brand Bella+Canvas.  With that discovery I knew that this dream could finally happen.

So here I am, a girl standing in front of you with a bunch of t-shirts, asking you to love them.
Because I really, really do.

Tomorrow I will share where the name came from, and the heart of what I plan to do with this adventure.
Eeeeeek!