If there's a visual image that depicts me right now it's the wounded marathon runner being assisted over the finishing line by a gracious co-runner. The last pieces are being stitched. I have an afternoon of assembly ahead of me and then an exhausting post office visit. In the space of 110 days last year I sold nearly 6,000 units of handmade fucking awesomeness (2,000 sold in 10 days). It's taken me 7 months to make them all. One person in a caravan. No "people" no magical uni-fucking-corns. I don't know how the fuck you make a customer wait seven months for a product and maintain your professional integrity but somehow I have. Cheers fkn heaps to everyone who has been patient and generous with their support. I started Pretty Fkn Embroidery as a complete piss-take because I basically wanted to work with no pants on and say 'cunt' a lot. Had no fucking idea it would end up giving me international media attention and my own fucking Army of supporters. Not gonna lie, I've hated everyone who ever placed an order in the last week. I'm so fucking done with working like a factory slave. I'm looking forward to having some down-time, fitting out the Kombi ya'll bought me and just trying to get my health back. If and when I feel like sewing again it will be done my way - small runs of exclusive and awesome products. If you're one of the nearly 2,000 customers who ordered from me last year, your shit is now collectible. I've auctioned cunt cushions for as much as $600. Can you even? I fucking cannot even. Big love to all of 'Cates Cunt Army' - you guys are seriously fucking rad. #prettyfknembroidery #endofanera #embracethecunt
