Chaos Report:

Glitter in My Hair & No Regrets Whew. Where do I even start? This past week at 207 Customs has been an absolute tornado of caffeine, glitter, missed alarms, and more tumbler orders than I thought my two hands could physically handle. At one point, I was heat pressing a tee while simultaneously yelling “GET YOUR SHOES ON” at a child who very much did not care about time or shoes. Ah, the glamorous life of a mom boss. Let’s take a peek behind the curtain, shall we? ⸻

This Week’s Chaos Highlights: • Found epoxy in my hair. Again. Not even sure how. I think it’s permanently part of my aesthetic now.

• Got three new custom tumbler orders from someone who said, “Can you make it a little spicy but still kid-friendly?” Ma’am, that’s my love language. • Accidentally sent a package to the wrong address—but hey, at least someone out there is sipping sass in style.

• Spent 10 minutes looking for my weeding tool… it was in my bra. Yes, really.

• The dog walked across a half-finished cup and now sparkles like Edward Cullen. Honestly, not mad about it. ⸻ On the Wins Side:

• Y’all loved the “Hot Mess Express” tumbler drop. I’m bringing it back in more colors because apparently, we’re all riding that train.

• A new batch of tees is coming—and they’re loud, bold, and probably going to offend someone’s aunt.

• I’ve officially started working on a new line of snarky mom merch. Think: wine tumblers with attitude, tees that say what we’re actually thinking, and gifts for people who are “a lot”—just like us. ⸻

Real Talk Moment: Running a business out of your home while parenting is like trying to brush your teeth while eating Oreos. Nothing makes sense. Everything’s sticky. And you’re constantly questioning your life choices. But then someone tags me in a post showing off their new cup or messages me to say one of my shirts made them laugh out loud—and suddenly, it’s all worth it. This little business is my chaos, my therapy, and my creative rebellion against boring. ⸻ Until Next Time… Keep sippin’, keep smirkin’, and keep showing up—even when your kid just poured applesauce into your vinyl bin.

With glitter in my coffee and sarcasm in my soul,

Andrea — Tumblers and Trash Talk / 207 Customs