I meant to post this last night, but it was all I could do just to get to bed and not fall asleep on the floor, buried under all the receipts and mailers.
So as of last night, just over twenty-four hours after posting Drill, Baby, Drill online, we are sold out. I am just completely floored. I think the response you folks have given us may have burned a hole through my computer screen.
Thank you to everybody who had to put up with my dropping the ball when it came to updating the quantities in the shop. I wandered away from the computer a couple of times—once for this, on our garage:
and once more for this:
We simply can’t find the words to express our thanks. Your emails poured in; you called to congratulate us; you posted comments; you told your friends; you spread the word like wildfire on social media; you shared your stories. You have continued to show your unflagging support for two gals trying to make a living by making art. And you have reminded us that on the whole people are good, and that we want to come together to heal the damage in the Gulf—and to come up with a better solution for everyone. That brought me to tears all over again—this time, the kind that come with a smile.
I’m off to send our donation to Oceana. With everything we have, thank you all. We can only hope our broadside can be worthy of your hearts.