Welcome to the Vines: Where Stickers Slap and Systems Suck
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Let’s just start with the facts:
I make stickers. Really good ones. Ones that call people out, speak your truth, or make your therapist do that uncomfortable half-laugh. And now, apparently, I have a blog.
Why? Because I’ve got things to say — and sometimes a 3-inch vinyl square just isn’t enough real estate to unpack the full flavor of my rage, sarcasm, or emotional growth.
Also? I’m allergic to silence. Especially when it comes to mental health, advocacy, or the bureaucratic dumpster fire that tries to control access to both.
But First, Let’s Get Silly
If you're new here:
Hi, I’m the chaos gremlin behind Treehouze Vines — the handmade gift shop that blends mental health, main character energy, and a healthy dose of "Did she really just say that?" Yes. Yes, I did.
I’ve built this brand on:
>Stickers that roast your ex and validate your inner child
>Shirts that offend HR and your aunt Karen
>Gifts for people who laugh during their own mental breakdowns
I used to run wild in this space with raffles, giveaways, glitter, and emotional whiplash. Then I lost access to my own Facebook group (long story), and now that I’m back… oh honey, I have plans.
What's This Blog For?
Let’s be real: it’s part personal therapy, part sticker origin story, part exposé on how hard it is to access basic support when you’re a working-class creative, parent, or anyone trying to survive this system.
So yeah — some posts will be funny.
Some will be deep.
Some will be both.
And some might get flagged (again).
TL;DR?
If you like:
>Stickers with audacity
>Mental health content that doesn’t talk down to you
>Rants about the government, hate, or ableism
>Or just want to laugh while you process your trauma...
You’re in the right place.
Thanks for being here.
Stick around — things are about to get loud.