Tumblers and Trash Talk

Tag: crafts

  • Rebranding? Midlife Crisis? Same Vibe, New Name. Let’s go.

    So… guess who’s in the middle of a full-blown feral rebrand while also trying to raise kids, run a business, and not throat-punch anyone in a grocery store parking lot?

    Hi, it’s me. I’m the problem. It’s me.

    After a lot of late-night overthinking, caffeine abuse, and internal screaming, and poll posting to my amazing followers and customers, 207 Customs is officially evolving into something bigger, badder, and way more me:

    🦊 The Feral Fox Co.

    Tagline?

    Wicked Feral and Fresh Outta Fucks.

    (You’re welcome.)

    Why the Change?

    Don’t get me wrong — I built 207 Customs from nothing. Just a hot glue gun, a prayer, and the occasional glitter-covered breakdown. But somewhere between the feral tee launches, the custom tumbler orders, and explaining to my neighbors (again) why my dogs bark — I realized I’ve outgrown the name.

    I’m not a generic custom shop.

    I’m not “cute.”

    And I sure as hell am not playing small anymore.

    The Feral Fox Co. is bold, loud, messy, and unapologetically handmade in Maine — just like me.

    What’s Changing?

    The name (obviously) The vibe (think: still chaotic, but with a glow-up) New logos, new labels, and a new layer of sass on every package Category icons, packaging, and product listings getting a facelift More limited drops, mystery feral bundles, and custom chaos than ever

    What’s Not Changing?

    I’m still running this circus Your cups are still gonna be gorgeous & likely covered in profanity My kids are still wild I’m still oversharing on this blog like a mom in the PTA group chat with no filter

    When’s It All Happening?

    Now. Slowly. Loudly. With several cups of coffee and a healthy dose of “winging it.”

    You’ll start seeing the new logo roll out across socials, shop listings, packaging, and new product drops. Some things will look a little different, but the feral energy behind them? Stronger than ever.

    Final Thoughts From the Den

    Rebranding is scary. Like “your kid says ‘we need to talk’” scary. But it’s also exciting — like when your new tumbler press shows up or when you finally get a damn minute to yourself.

    So welcome to The Feral Fox Co.

    Where things are getting foxier, sassier, and a hell of a lot more fun.

    Thanks for sticking with me through the glitter storms, label swaps, and full-blown rebrand energy. You’re the reason I keep doing this wild-ass thing.

    Stay wicked. Stay feral. Stay hydrated.

    – Andrea (aka the hot glue–burned beast behind the brand)

    Tumblers and Trash Talk

  • Surviving Chaos One Cuss Word at a Time – Weekly Wrap-Up at 207 Customs

    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.

    Stay spicy,

    —207 Customs

  • When Espresso and Baby Chicks Ruin Your Life (Just Kidding… Sorta)

    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.

    God fucking help me.

  • It’s Thursday, But It’s Giving Monday

    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

    Andrea

  • 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