Mackenzie and I have known each other for a very, very long time-some people might even say too long, but just because we are married to those people doesn’t mean we have to listen to them. We basically knew we’d be friends since that infamous day in high school that Mack pick pocketed my backpack and made fun of me non-stop for not noticing (and I laughed along with her). Add to that our mutual love for dancing like complete dorks to loud music, our penchant for finding ourselves hilarious in even the most un-humorous of situations, and our appreciation for a strong cuppa tea and there was basically no way we could get rid of each other. But it wasn’t until we were reminiscing the other day over a pile of bags that we realized just how long this Meatbagz project has been in the works.
You see, our brilliance for marketing and catchy slogans (which have come in so handy for Meatbagz) really began back in metal shop class. Yes, we took a metal shop class.
Mack was a lowly high school junior and I a totally cool and awesome senior, we were the only two girls in the entire school system with an interest in learning to weld. Fortunately for us, the class was full of future farmers, wannabe stoners, and various other interesting characters (including, as it turned out, Mack’s future husband) who provided hours of entertainment. And while we spent many a-class times cracking up at their antics, we also spent some of that time focusing not on the proper angle to hold the tig welder to get that perfect bead, but rather on our true fascination of the moment:
Dickies jeans. (Dickies jeans were huge with the metal shop crowd.)
Yup, as you can see, we had quite the list of slogans which we thought the Dickies company should consider (and this is only page one). After all, as the only two chicks in metal shop, we knew what we were talking about. We never did hear back from corporate, but that didn’t stop us from taking some of our own promo shots, either:
See? I was prepping for my future as a Meatbagz model even then. Why, just sling a vintage Swiss bag across that girl and we’re ready to go! I’m thinking a bull bag would go with that outfit.
Sure, neither one of us has had time to do too much welding lately, and we probably couldn’t braze anything to save our lives, but other than that (and the whole being out of high school thing) not much has really changed. We still love dancing around like dorks to loud music, we still find ourselves infinitely amusing, and we still enjoy our tea. And we certainly still love making up dorky slogans and imaginary advertisements for things, it’s just switched from jeans that we don’t make to bags that we do.
But then again, if you’re reading this, we’re pretty sure you already knew that.