Blogging is hard work. Even harder when you have a family of pets to feed, a clothing line to run, an ice cream/mobile pop up shop that just launched, and new clothing lines you're developing on top of the other ones you were developing in addition to the one you had. Know what I mean?
Well, regardless, one must have a life in addition to all these entrepreneural pursuits. So tomorrow I'm putting on my best cowgirl books (yes, the ones with the holes in the toes), getting in my '65 Ford Thunderbird, and heading to the Ink 'n Iron Festival at the Queen Mary. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a Rockasilly, and I don't frequent tattoo conventions despite my collection of awesomely bad tattoos. "Remember Pearl Harbor" anyone?
So why go? The reason why I have a Mama Tried tattoo (told ya I have bad tattoos). Merle Haggard. The Hag himself is coming to Southern California and I'll put up with all the flaming dice tattoos and pomade in the room just to hear Okie from Muskogee for the umpenteeth time.
Enjoy the below, somehow I don't think the set dresser got the memo about the song Merle was planning to play that evening.
