sneak peeks!

without further ado, feast your eyes, friends!

we are really getting going over here.

inspiration boards, price tags, business plans, excel spreadsheets (no, i am not pulling your leg) and, yes! ...PRODUCT!

we've spent the better part of the day putting together some tantalizing advance looks at some of the items we'll be selling in the weeks to come.

as for right now, all of our sales will be happening in person, somewhere in capitol hill, seattle.

disclaimer! not all the items you see here will look exactly the same later when you see them out for sale. we are working on enhancing, tailoring, and personalizing each samstag item...to make it ours, and hopefully, someday, yours.

we'll let you know where and when!



please contact us at samstagsaturday@gmail.com with any of your friendly queries, messages of encouragement, or hot tips on where we can find more gold plastic unicorns.

love,
annie & lizzie
samstag saturday

stay tuned!

The Great Treasure Hunt was a Success.
It made us feel:


Please stand by.

Our treasure hunt.

Less than eight hours until the Samstag Search begins. Get ready. We will bring it.

ready for you, any time, summer.

I FINISHED COLLEGE!!!!!

hullo friends!

just dropping by to tell you that i turned in my last paper today!

FINISH STRONG BIRD I BELIEVE IN YOU

love,

A

I never hurts...

...to be polite.

Today I was about to pass a fellow (presumably) Seattle University student. She was wearing a maroon crushed velvet skirt (worn high) with bangin' tan knee high boots (with buckles!). It would have been easy to admire and pass as usual, but the sunshine tricked me into complimenting her.

Her "I do not talk to strangers" expression that is oh so common on the mean streets of Seattle was totally broken. She seemed excited. And she looked great, so I 'd say she had a winning combination.

Thank you, maroon velvet skirt girl.


Love,

-L

No! Don't...I promise to be good...I just...

Today I went to South Center mall in Tukwila, WA. It was my second time in two days. Please never make me do that again. I.just.can't. 

Regretfully,

-L

The Tits of Christmas and a Question of Seattle's Summertime Fashion

All of this sunshine reminds me of San Diego at Christmas time and when I was younger, Christmas meant three things:

1. No school!
2. Presents up the ying-yang - divorced parents means two trees, two dinners, and more presents
3. And thank you cards...oh how I loathed the thank you cards...

One Christmas in particular, my highly sophisticated grandmother sent me white, pink, and red stockings. Her perception of her granddaughter at the time may have been a little skewed because I was the tomboy of tomboys (I mean come on, I wore my brother's clothes to school).

But it was my responsibility to write to my grandmother to thank her for her generosity. This is how the card turned out:


Dear Lethe,

Thanks for the tits. I hope you had a great X-Mas.

Love,

Lizzie


The tits? Thank you for the tits? Luckily my dad was a master of proof reading and found my glaring error - after laughing uncontrollably at his youngest. But the sunshine and Christmas reminiscing leads me to wonder how much longer I can hold on to my love for tights. As long as I'm riding my bike around town I much appreciate the "safety first" approach to wheels, wind and skirts, but at day's end nylon and sweat are not best friends.

At work with my blue monster tights (Urban Outfitters 2 for $20) and semi-free Jimmy Campbell slingbacks (Shhh!)

What is a girl supposed to do?


Love,

-L

Summer in the City

My God. The heat. Do you feel it? With this kind of weather the Seattle Freeze starts to defrost a little bit and the good people of the Emerald City start to lighten up. That and the crazies really come out. Cal Anderson here I come - right after I get out of my dark, overly air conditioned office/cave.

I see you sunshine...coming through the windows and all. Yeah, don't you be showing off...what with your vitamin D and sun tanning possibilities.

Welcome are the days of sitting in the park or lighting up a BBQ. There are big plans to put plastic kiddie pools on our (flat) roof. No running! No lifeguard on duty. Maybe that will be the location of our Samstag VIP section...like in the rap videos without the money...or the half naked girls (Robbie?)...or the mansions...or P.Diddy!

Volunteer Park for a birthday celebration

Samstag Annie getting dirty

But when the sun goes down in the city, things get that much more unruly. On Monday night I went to the Peaches concert at the Showbox Market. Peaches. My world has changed. She jumped in the crowd, literally WALKED on everyone's head, and at one point had her arse smashed up against my face and the face of a young man in a taco costume. Taco costume - I said it. Imagine. Anyway, this is Peaches. Enjoy.

"This is our LIFE. This is what our band gets to do every night!"

Love,

- L

it's JUNE!

and I keep thinking, "Man, it's going to be so rad when we get Samstag going this summer and we have time to make things and meet other people who make things and wear cool things and do awesome things with their time."



And...there's no time like the present, eh, budding readership? It's time to get 'er done.



Lizzie has set the ball rolling and I must carry along in her stead, though "Tits of Christmas" is, admittedly, a difficult post to follow...





Today I am all full of thoughts but primarily these thoughts:





WE ARE GRADUATING IN 9 DAYZ!!!





This is a crazy, crazy truth.


Family invasions, silver cloud secret pool party, caps and gowns and colored shoes. LOTS OF PHOTOS. Real life - commence! More on that later.

Secondly, it's REALLY HOT in Seattle. Lizzie was not lying to you.




All I could do yesterday was lie on my floor reading Harry Potter 6. It was the only thing I could concentrate on, and lying supine on the floor kept me below the invisible heat rays that emanate through the Pits without respite. Hello, summer of sweat and no a/c. Finally I picked myself up, pitifully, to yell out the window and Wilfred and Elspeth who were being all cute on the front lawn. I think I said something like, "It's sooo HOOOOOT."

Thirdly, last weekend I met a corgi in Poulsbo and when I sat down right there on the ground to pet him, he kept jumping up and putting his paws on my shoulders as if to say, "Let's be friends, now and forever" and it felt like I was getting hit by a soft excitable pillow-friend. Needless to say, I want one of these.




Then I started thinking about my final project for Typography which consists of designing my own calendar--for any country in any layout for any number of months in any concept out of any material I can think of. It's an open-ended assignment, as you can see, but I know Naomi expects a lot. I found this in my research on calendar design and boy, do I wish I had thought of it first.

I've changed my mind though and now I am hellbent on using one of these for my project:

I'll let you know how it turns out. Oh and by the way, Lizbird, I have assigned you to photographically represent the month of June.

Love,

A