Pam Wishbow

@pamwishbow.bsky.social

Illustration, zines, fortunes, playing with metal sometimes Seattle Pamwishbow.com

When you live in a neighborhood with the word “Hill” as part of the name it does feel a little validating that my phone thinks I went up several flights of stairs on my way home from the grocery store. It does feel that way.

There’s a woman at my nearby park that hangs out and if you wait long enough, no more than five minutes, a dog will be within eyeshot and go apeshit when seeing this lady. Apparently every dog in the neighborhood knows and loves this woman. They run right to her, dragging their owners. Beautiful.

Went to the Seattle Zine Feat on Sunday and I’ve concluded the best zines I got were printed and stapled in the corner like a school paper, about civil and labor rights fanfics filling in the gaps of why someone disappeared for a bit or how the IWW founder’s lost eye allowed him to see through time

I could a few years ago but it is really wild to me that there’s a consignment shop a few blocks from me that I can’t afford to buy anything at. I just looked at a $170 used ass polyester shirt, excuse me?

We are fully back into some 90's HGTV style DIY times and I am begging you to think about how often you realistically dust before putting that many fake plants in your space. Me and my dust allergy buddies are begging you. Learn from our mothers and aunts.

I’m giving you permission to offload that plant you got/propagated from a friend that’s no longer in your life. You can’t blame the plant but you don’t need to tend to a Bad Memory Factory if it’s doing that to you.