I thought it might be cool to show you all a picture of my humble beginnings... I think this picture was taken of me in 2017. My- once a laundry then converted- bedroom was my sanctuary. To others (such as my mother) it probably looked like absolute chaos, but to me, it was pure expression of the inner workings of my mind.
I filled every wall of that tiny space with all kinds of trash I considered to be treasure. Something in particular I recall hoarding would be the tags and cards and tickets etc. that I would receive with the new clothes I'd saved up for and bought. These little scrappy pieces of paper could've easily been thrown out, but instead I clung to them as tightly as the garments they'd come with. I'd admire the creative detail some brands would strive towards for something that most people might disregard. But it was the experience of opening up a package I had been anticipating for weeks that I enjoyed so deeply. And pinning a neck tag, with the string still intact, to my wall. Like its' own little art piece. The feeling of being a part of something, connecting with it. The essence of teen age...
Fast forward some 10 years or so later, and little Lee Lee would think it's crazy what we are doing now. Although I still believe I've got so much left in the tank for me. I guess what I'm trying to say is... I hope I have done younger me justice. I hope I am recreating that feeling for you every time you receive a Salem7 package. I hope the little extra fluffy bits I chuck in there, like the cards or the stickers or the candy mean something and create some kind of magic. And you know every package is different, because every day is different. I love waking up one day and deciding everyone who ordered deserves a pair of sunglasses or whatever. It makes me feel like Oprah Winfrey (Look under your chair! hahaha no sorry there's nothing under your chair, but imagine if there was, that would be so crazy like, how'd Lee get that under my chair, even though I'm just reading a blog post no one will ever read probably??) You guys supporting me gives me so much butterflies sometimes. The feeling of being seen, when you could've chosen this or that. Somehow, you still chose me. Blah blah blah... I was honestly just so excited to write a blog post. I didn't really know what I was going to say until we got here. But I guess what I wanna say is I hope all my stuff feels like they were made with love... Because they are.
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