OK, so it’s been a while since I posted and today is the day
that I make good on my new year’s resolution to bore you, sorry, blog more
frequently.
Running a business, child containment, crappy day-to-day
domestic stuff and maintaining sanity and fitness is a struggle many of us deal
with. Waiting for the perfect week to
blog about is never going to happen and there aren’t enough hours in the day to
labour over the words to write, so this week’s as good as any to let you in on the
random events, irritations and lifestyle of the three of us here at Voodoo
Street.
Monday dawned with the usual mixed feelings; a new week in
prospect and all the potential that brings, coupled with the knowledge that we
face the nightmarish back-bothering task of lugging our entire stock down from
the loft (once quite a nice room, now a dumping ground for Voodoo Street’s
growing collection of stock, skulls and curiosities) to the front room and
again outside into our VW van ready for Bus Types this weekend. An intense 30 minutes swim at the local pool
helped reinvigorate the senses (or dull them just enough to cope with the week
in prospect!)
Tuesday was a race against time to supply our friend and
super talented BMX rider Pinder, with some Voodoo Street tees. He had been asked at short notice, to film a
video for Rockermini BMX in India, but we all failed miserably with Pinder
stuck at work in Birmingham after 9 pm having still not packed for his 3 am
flight. Thankfully he still has enough
Voodoo swag to rep us out there and we’ll hopefully share some of his updates.
In between, I’ve been assisting the boy with SATS homework, babysitting tortoises (!), booking a ferry to the Outer Hebrides (more of that at a later date), talking Gaz down from finishing off our complete tool (not in a good way) of a printer with a lump hammer, tackling a gremlin on Facebook which has served to arbitrarily delete our posts, ironing stock, updating our web store and photographing an array of items we have accumulated in recent months, some of which might be on offer at Bus Types. This Packaway Stove might be on offer for example.
Bus Types is in Oswestry, one of Britain’s oldest
settlements, and in keeping with Voodoo Street’s trading history, no doubt set
to be the scene of apocalyptic weather for the next few days!
As I type, the living areas of our home have been sacrificed to boxes, filing cabinets, paperwork and our SMEG fridge door sticker display.
I have accepted that until Monday evening, our home is more
likely to feature on TV show “The Horders Next Door,” rather than gracing the
pages of Ideal Home magazine.
Today, with Gaz organising stickers, lifting boxes, ensuring
Dr Jones, our tattooed mannequin, is ready for business, I’m wrestling with the
more important business of what to wear.
Always keen to rep the brand, I shall be donning one of our
logo beanies at the very least. But
those of you who know me, also know my penchant for vintage and that I like to
mix things up a bit. So, given the
forecast is damp and chilly, these are going to be my key pieces: Voodoo Street Logo Beanie, Doc Martens,
ageing nicely and vintage faux fur jacket.
I might also throw in one of the maxi dresses acquired from our trader
friends Kinky Melon’s Retro Boutique alongside my jeans.
If it ain’t nailed down, it’s going in a box or a suitcase! Til next time. x
