On The Range

Stitches For Stiches is a fundraiser for my chest surgery this December. From now through December 15th, 2006, I will be making t-shirts for people that illustrate a personal story, poem, concept or idea, that is submitted to me. I will be posting photos of the shirts with thier stories on this site as they are made. For more information about what chest reconstruction surgery is, click here.

If you are interested in supporting this project, please e-mail me at jaimes dot mayhew at gmail dot com.

#1

The Story:
I moved to Boston from Seattle after working in a very large theatre as a "Patron Services" associate. I had worked in customer service for about eight years prior to this, and decided that I didn't want to work in customer service anymore. I decided to move to Boston to finish college, and hoped that I would not have to work in customer service again. This shirt used to say "Satff" on it, and I patched over the letters with an image of a deer (something that remonds me of childhood).
While I am still a "Staff" member at a Community TV Station, I hope to never have a job where I am treated as poorly as people in low-paying customer service jobs are treated. I am lucky to have had the chance to go to college, and not everyone gets the chance these days, so I feel lucky to be able to be where I am.

#2

The Story:
One day I was walking down the street with my hula hoops (they are big) and I went to cross Beacon at St. Paul to go to the T when this guy at the red light learns out of his car and yells "Look at those hoops!" I cross the street and he starts asking me questions, "How did you get those?" "What are they made out of?" The light turns green and he still sits there blocking all the traffic to ask me hula hoop related questions. It was then that I noticed that he was taking up two lanes so no one else could move. The cars start beeping their horns but the guy doesn't budge. He remained until he had gotten satisfactory answers to all of his questions, then he drove away. I looked to my right as I stood on the train platform and I noticed a man slowly giving me the finger.