There are no refrigerator magnets in the blogosphere, so I'll just post pictures of what I did today right here.
I didn't make the shirt, of course. But, I did dig it out of a giant pile of clothing at Tulsa's inaugural Swap-O-Rama-Rama this afternoon at The Collective (11th and Harvard):
...and milled around the room for half an hour trying to decide what to do with it.
Swap-O-Rama-Rama was an afternoon-long, giant clothing swap and series of DIY workshops on how to remake unwanted clothing into rad new ensembles. Getting in was simple: lug in a bag of your gently used, unwanted clothing. A host of talent was on-hand to teach swappers how to transform those used duds into unique, handmade garments.
The core of the swap was, of course, the gigantic pile of free clothing. There were shirts, skirts, sweaters and pants - even a pair of biking shorts and a retro bathing suit. What remained at the end of the swap went to Youth Services of Tulsa for homeless teens.
Whoops! Pit stop. Had to have a sit to enjoy some of the yummy coffee and muffins available at The Collective. That place is so cool, by the way. A coffeehouse, a cafe, a concert venue AND a bar? Right next to a college campus? Brilliant idea alert.
There were a few instruction stations at the Swap for inspiration, to help people like me get started.
You know - people who get distracted very easily by sparkly things:
And sexy little 40's-inspired dresses (both handcrafted by Weather & Noise):
Ultimately, I decided I was meant to spray paint something.
I made the entire room smell like a chemical wasteland, but I had a great time. In fact, it was one of the best times I've had around town in a long, long time. I got to chat with some of the members of Tulsa Craft Mafia (hosts of the Swap) and their cool friends; I met a few friends in person who I'd previously known only on Twitter or via this blog; and I walked away with a sack full of sweaters I plan to salvage for yarn and a cute little pink tanktop to wear to family reunions to convince them all I have finally flipped my lid.
Either that, or I've suddenly gone really clumsy with my paper dolls. At any rate, Swap-O-Rama-Rama made me feel like one of the hip kids. I really like feeling like a hip kid.
I heard the TCM plans to give the Swap another go next year. Check back here for a date/time/location, because I will definitely be a repeat offender of the ready-made clothing establishment.