that inner voice
i recently decided to try a supposedly local t-shirt maker, just because i wanted to see how things work outside of my realm of home-cottage industries, not because i needed to.
anyhow, turns out that they are actually a boutique and have their own label as well. turns out that they are not local, and have they stuff made in hongkong. turns out that they don't have it made in hongkong but in mainland china. turns out that they have it made in guangdong, china.
now you see, how the story changes.
so, supposedly, it takes only 2 weeks for me to get a sample. turns out it'll take a little while longer. turns out that it'll take more than a month. turns out that nothing was done at all because the order has been rejected. this i found out only after i emailed to ask them how things were going.
oooh, it gets more exciting.
so it turns out that my order was rejected because it was too small a quantity. i guess any normal person would just feedback to the buyer and let them know so that they can choose to increase their quantity? i guess not. and it took more than a month for them to decide that it was too small a quantity? i guess so.
i requested for my labels and t-shirt sample and everything else returned. i'm told they're all still in china and it will take a while for them to be sent back. i know that normal mail takes 1 week maximum. guess not in this case. she will call me when the items are returned. when? she does not know. so i guess i don't either. will they ever be returned this century? let's wait for the story to unfold.
2 months ago, my aussie pal jess, had a textile design printed in shenzhen, china. we had advised her against it because of some horror copyright tales. but she went ahead anyways. when tc was in hongkong last month, he saw a shop selling her textile design.
we and our itchy backsides.
i'm so thankful for my silkscreen artists and home-based sewers.
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