the magic box

A little before my birthday, my oldest brother Noah told me he'd been working on a design for a tee shirt for me. He said it was a little crude, but he thought it would be right up my alley.

He was right.


In case you can't read it, the caption says: "Ask me about my magic box." The note that Noah sent with the shirt said:

I worked on this for a while, I hope you like it. I know you typically appreciate V humor, so I thought you might like this. Happy Birthday!

And appreciate it, I did -- I wore it to work today, where no one even flinched, because way weirder shit than this happens there about every other minute.

I love the shirt, because it's funny (and indeed right smack in the center of my alley), but also because it showcases my brother's artwork. He's extremely talented, and I'm proud to have his work here on my blog (he crafted my beautiful logo) and wear it on my tee, too.


cheers,
elizabeth