Let me tell you, if there were awards for surviving the week without lighting my entire workspace on fire, I’d at least deserve a damn honorable mention.
Between glitter literally stuck to my eyelids, a sublimation printer that decided to throw tantrums like a toddler in a toy aisle, and chasing rogue chickens mid-print—this week was PEAK unhinged. But guess what? The orders still got done. The sass stayed strong. And 207 Customs is alive and feral, just how I like it.
But now, let’s talk about the real news…
THE SWEAR BEARS ARE COMING.
Yes, you heard me right.
I’ve created a brand new tumbler line that screams everything we wish we could say at work, school pickup, or PTA meetings—with the sweetness of a cartoon bear and the rage of a feral gremlin.
Swear Bears are loud, proud, and covered in profanity. Glittery, grumpy little chaos swear bears.
And more that’ll have your coffee mug trembling in fear.
These bad boys are dropping THIS WEEK and I highly recommend you grab one before they vanish into the feral void of sold-out madness.
So if you’ve had a week full of barking dogs, passive-aggressive emails, forgotten appointments, and printer ink that ran out again—same.
Swear Bears are here for that energy. And so am I.
Thanks to every single one of you that placed an order, liked a post, or just watched the chaos unfold from a safe distance. Y’all keep me caffeinated and mildly sane.
Welcome back to the glitter-fueled, dog-barking, prom-prepping, order-slinging chaos I lovingly call life. If you came here for peace and Pinterest mom vibes, you’re in the wrong damn place. But if you like your blogs with caffeine, cuss words, and questionable parenting moments—buckle up, babe.
Let’s start with 207 Customs. Orders are flying in faster than I can pretend to have my shit together. Tumblers? Flying. Tees? Sassier than my mood after two hours of sleep. Glitter? In places glitter should never be. And if one more person says, “I wish I was that crafty,” I’m gonna craft a custom shirt that says ‘Wish granted—now do it yourself.’
Meanwhile, I’ve become the accidental CEO of my 13-year-old’s pet treat empire: Critter Biscuits. Because apparently, when you birth tiny humans, they eventually start side hustles and drag you in for branding, baking, labeling, shipping, and social media management. Hunter’s been testing recipes like a pint-sized Gordon Ramsay, and our house smells like a pumpkin, peanut butter, and dehydrated fish explosion. You’re welcome, neighbors.
Speaking of neighbors… Oh, honey.
Nothing says fuck around and find out like a noise complaint over my dogs barking… outside… during legal hours… on a farm property. Yes, Karen, they bark. They’re dogs. That’s literally in the job description. They protect my damn chickens, alert me to sketchy noises, and sometimes they just bark to talk shit about you. Don’t like it? Invest in noise-canceling headphones and some business of your own.
As if all that wasn’t enough, we’re in full-blown prom mode for Jonah. We’re tux shopping, shoe hunting, and boutonniere browsing like it’s a red carpet event. He’s got the vibe, I’ve got the receipts, and my bank account has nothing but trauma. Every fitting has me sobbing like I just watched a Sarah McLachlan commercial. My boy’s a whole-ass man now and I am not okay.
And then… there are the chicks.
Not my friends, not my kids—literal baby chickens who are turning my house into a damn dust storm. I sweep, they fluff. I mop, they scratch. They’re cute, they’re loud, and I am counting down the seconds until their fluffy butts are OUTSIDE. Every day they’re inside, I lose one more piece of my sanity and probably a lung to dander.
So yeah. Between running 207 Customs, launching Critter Biscuits, surviving prom prep, battling the Bark Police, and breathing in poultry dust like it’s my side hustle—I’m somewhere between thriving and needs wine in an IV.
But hey—this chaos is mine. And if nothing else, it makes for a damn good blog post.
Thanks for reading my shit show and see you again soon! Bye bye bitches!
AKA: I’m fine. This is fine. Everything is on fire.
Let’s talk about how this week went, shall we?
Started strong. Had coffee, hope, and a to-do list.
Ended with glitter in my bra, vinyl stuck to my elbow, and someone asking me what’s for dinner like I don’t run a damn empire out of my craft room.
207 Customs is rollin’. Orders flying in, DMs popping off, and I’m over here trying to find the heat press under a pile of tees and lost sanity. You ever try weeding decals while a feral child is yelling about Minecraft and the dog’s barking at a squirrel ghost? Add in the fact I’ve had zero sleep and an unhealthy attachment to Red Bull, and that’s the current CEO situation.
Launched new designs. Updated the website. Almost cried trying to take product photos because nothing says “professional brand owner” like screaming “JUST STAY UPRIGHT YOU STUPID TUMBLER” at a rolling cup.
Also, shoutout to the USPS for delivering my package to my neighbor again. I’m sure they’re thrilled to know what “Spitters & Quitters” looks like on a mug.
But through the chaos, the mess, and the fact that my toddler thinks my shirts are napkins—I’m still showing up. Still making magic. Still building this beast one sarcastic sticker at a time.
So if you’ve been stalking something on the site… take this as your sign. Grab it before I have a mental breakdown and rename everything “Oops All Trauma Tees.”
Stay sassy. Stay savage. And for the love of caffeine, stay out of my way when I’ve got a roll of HTV in one hand and a glue gun in the other.
Another week down at 207 Customs, and let me tell you — if chaos burned calories, I’d have abs by now.
(Instead, I have an unholy Red Bull addiction and a glitter trail through my house.)
Let’s recap the absolute masterpiece of madness we called “a work week,” shall we?
Monday: Naïve Hopefulness
Started the week with fresh coffee and that stupid little glimmer of hope that this would be the week everything stayed on schedule.
Spoiler alert: by noon, my to-do list was already crying in the corner.
I woke up, caffeinated aggressively, and immediately made questionable life choices. (Including but not limited to trying to epoxy 7 cups, run 3 heat presses, and referee two teenagers fighting about Wi-Fi… simultaneously.)
Tuesday: Heat Press, Who?
Lost an entire heat press.
Gone.
Poof.
Couldn’t find it anywhere and briefly considered it might’ve grown legs and fled the building to live a better life.
Finally located it buried under a crime scene of vinyl scraps, random Amazon boxes, and my abandoned hopes and dreams.
10/10 organizational skills. I should give a TED Talk.
Meanwhile, I was cranking out tumblers and tees like a caffeine-fueled maniac while the kids were busy holding their own WWE match in the living room over who “touched whose keyboard.”
(Seriously. Why are boys like this??)
Wednesday: Website “Updates”
Thought I’d do a quick update on the website.
Ended up knee-deep in code, cussing like a sailor, accidentally deleting a product page, and somehow creating a duplicate FAQ section where all the answers are just “idk bro.”
At one point, I blacked out and when I came to, there was a pizza on the porch and five new downloads pending.
We call that a win around here.
Thursday: Officially Unhinged
By Thursday, I stopped pretending I had any sort of grip on life.
I said “fuck it” about 47 times before noon, and weirdly?
Productivity shot through the damn roof.
The cups were flying off the turner, shirts were getting pressed, decals were stacking up — pure chaos energy was flowing.
Moral of the story: embrace your inner gremlin. It’s good for business.
Friday: Slightly More Feral
Orders packed.
Tumbler drops finalized.
Custom requests answered.
Website sort of functional.
Was I showered? Questionable.
Was I coherent? Barely.
Was I still slinging sarcastic shirts and cups like the spicy little chaos goblin I am?
Abso-freaking-lutely.
Also considered starting a cult where the main activities would be:
Drinking coffee Swearing at technology Glitter-bombing people’s bad attitudes Mandatory naps and Red Bull breaks Matching tumblers and chaotic vibes for all
Enrollment coming soon. Merch will obviously be included.
Saturday-Sunday: Please Hold, My Sanity is Buffering
Weekend plans?
Organize the shop?
Clean the chaos nest?
Get ahead on Monday’s orders?
HAHAHAHAHAHA.
Real weekend highlights included:
Spending 3 hours “organizing” and making an even bigger mess Accidentally hydro dipping myself more than the projects Getting screamed at by a chicken (don’t ask) Eating cereal out of a tumbler because all the dishes were dirty and priorities were made
Self-care, but make it feral
This week was an absolute dumpster fire — and somehow, also one of the best.
That’s just how we roll at 207 Customs.
I’m a little tired, a little chaotic, a lot caffeinated, and still running full speed toward bigger goals… dragging a heat press, a herd of angry teenagers, and a pile of sassy tumblers behind me like a badge of honor.
Thanks for surviving another week with me.
Next week?
We’re doubling the chaos and laughing even harder about it.
So here I am. It’s the middle of the night. I’m wide awake, twitching, and questioning all my life choices.
Why, you ask?
Because I decided—in all my infinite wisdom—that a nice little espresso at 5pm sounded like a fantastic idea. I had orders to finish, a to-do list giving me side-eye, and that sweet, sweet caffeine was calling my name.
Flash forward to 1am: I’m staring at the ceiling like it personally offended me, my brain is doing backflips, and I’m riding that fine line between being productive… and spiraling into Pinterest craft wormholes.
Oh, and the baby chicks? They’ve chosen tonight to host their screechy, high-pitched peep concert. We’re talking front-row seats to the Fluffy Feathered Rave Tour, and yes—it’s as loud as it sounds.
My eye is twitching. Is it from the espresso? From the chicks? From my decision-making skills in general? Honestly… all signs point to yes.
This is the reality of life behind the scenes at 207 Customs—where the vibes are strong, the coffee is questionable, and everything is made with love, chaos, and just a little bit of caffeine-induced attitude.
So if your order shows up with a little extra sparkle or a hint of sleep-deprived sass, just know it was crafted during one of these “fun little moments” that keep this business real, raw, and totally me.
Stay caffeinated, stay bold, and maybe don’t take espresso advice from me.
It’s Thursday, But It’s Giving Monday Okay, first of all—how is it only Thursday? Today started off with the energy of a Monday that overslept, spilled coffee on its shirt, and then realized it left the house without pants. And honestly? Same.
This blog? Yeah, the one you’re reading? I just launched it. And I’ve already managed to mess up the URL, break the links, and spend way too much time yelling “WHY IS THIS NOT WORKING” at my laptop while aggressively refreshing the page like that was going to magically fix it. Apparently, launching a blog is not like slapping glitter on a tumbler and calling it a day. Who knew? ⸻
Current Status: Mildly Panicked but Optimistic I swear I’m going to figure it out. I’m out here Googling like a pro, clicking things I don’t understand, and pretending I know what DNS settings are. All so you lovely people can actually click on my blog link without it sending you into the dark void of the internet. If you’re reading this… congrats. That means I fixed it. Or at least duct-taped it together enough to function. ⸻
The Dream? Rich. The Reality? Slightly Delusional. Do I want this blog to make me rich? Absolutely. I want my tumblers to go viral, my tees to be worn by badasses everywhere, and my blog to rake in enough money for me to buy a label maker that actually works. Will it? Who knows. But hey—we can dream, can’t we? For now, I’m just showing up, writing through the chaos, and building this thing one glitter-covered, slightly broken link at a time. ⸻
Thanks for Being Here If you’re still reading, bless your heart. You’re my kind of person. The kind that can laugh through the mess and still root for the dream. Now go sip something fabulous out of your favorite tumbler, and if you see a typo or a weird link… just smile and pretend you didn’t. I’m a work in progress.
With sarcasm in my soul and tech support on speed dial,
Your Hot-Mess sassy ass pot stirrer at 207 Customs
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.
Welcome to Tumblers and Trash Talk: Where Chaos Meets Craft, and Sass is Always in Style. Hey! I’m so pumped you’re here—and honestly, a little surprised I’m even getting this post up between the crazy that is my life. But that’s kind of the point, isn’t it?
My name’s Andrea, and I’m the heart, soul, glitter-covered hands, and probably the loud voice yelling “WHERE’S THE VINYL?!” behind Tumblers and Trash Talk and 207 Customs. This little corner of creative chaos is my happy place—and soon, I hope it’s yours too.
Let’s be real: I didn’t grow up dreaming of running a business while covered in epoxy and caffeine. Life handed me a lot of roles—mom, caregiver, chaos coordinator, multitasker extraordinaire—and somewhere along the way, I realized I needed a role just for me. A space to be bold. To create. To be unapologetically myself. That’s how 207 Customs was born. The Brand At 207 Customs – we don’t do boring. We do bold. We do sassy. We do loud. If you’re looking for soft neutrals and polite quotes about “living, laughing, and loving,” you’re probably in the wrong place (but I’ll still hug you on the way out). What we do make is: • Custom tumblers that speak fluent sarcasm (and yes, they’ll keep your iced coffee alive during dance recitals and grocery trips). • T-shirts and sweatshirts that say what you’re thinking (without getting you kicked out of the PTA). • Personalized gifts that are as unique and spicy as the people you’re buying them for. • And a whole lot of handmade magic, because everything that leaves my workspace has been made with heart, hustle, and usually a soundtrack of chaos in the background. Everything I make is designed to bring joy, laughter, or a little attitude into your everyday life. Because honestly, we’re all juggling too much, and we deserve to have things around us that make us smile—or snort-laugh. That counts too. The Life Behind the Brand Let me give you a peek behind the glitter curtain: I’m a mom first, business badass second, and everything else somewhere in between. My days are packed with snacks, school runs, and last-minute Walmart runs (because I definitely didn’t forget poster board again, right?). I squeeze in work in the margins—during naps, late nights, and that golden hour when everyone’s finally quiet for five minutes. This business is my outlet. It’s where I get to play with color, throw sass around like confetti, and connect with other people who are just as tired but still out here doing the damn thing. I may not have it all figured out (who does?), but I do have a wild amount of passion, a glue gun that never sleeps, and a dream that keeps growing—just like the pile of laundry in my hallway.
Why 207 Customs? Born and raised in the 207, baby! Maine is in my blood—strong, stubborn, and a little weird (in the best way). I wanted a name that stayed true to my roots while still leaving room for me to grow—and let’s be honest, 207 just has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?
What You Can Expect Here, this blog is going to be a mix of:
• Behind-the-scenes chaos from the workshop
• Real-life mom/business stories because let’s be honest, we’re all in this mess together
• New product launches, restocks, and sneak peeks
• Tips & tricks for fellow creatives and DIYers
• And a whole lot of real talk with a heavy sprinkle of sass So whether you’re a fellow mom, a fellow maker, or just someone who appreciates a good tumbler and a better punchline—you’re welcome here. I’m so damn glad you found me. Stick around. Say hi. Bring snacks if you can. And remember: life’s too short for boring cups and basic tees.
Tumblers and Trash Talk 