Hello,

Spreading a little Holiday cheer to your neck of the internet.

Every tree needs a star, and Ruby’s perfect in red felt and embroidery floss. <3<3<3<3

Yes friends, I’m taking orders and colorways for Winter hats! You now can finally own one of my weirdo crocheted mohawk hats for only $50. Each hat is guaranteed to make you feel at LEAST 20% more badass. Email me@janellf.com or comment below.

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…And for those of you who were sleeping about 8 years ago during Don Hertzfelt’s amazing REJECTED commercials viral interweb boom, please enjoy. I sure do.

Once again, I find myself living a place without a real Winter. Los Angeles has cooled off a bit lately though which makes my crocheting tendencies come to life. I’ve made a few new things lately. Click to see!

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A YEAR IN THE LIFE OF J2F

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Art walk party downtown last night. Me rockin' Rancid hoody. Will rockin' panda.

For a while after high school, I was too big of an 31337ist to admit that Rancid is my all time favorite band. I fell in love with their music and a dreamy skater boy named David in middle school, and 13 years later when I listen to their songs I still can’t get enough of what they’re doing.

Funny enough, David is also still one of my favorite friends.

When I was 14 and “Out Come The Wolves” came out, I listened to it so much that my older sister wouldn’t come in my room unless I changed it. Last year in San Francisco, I dusted off my pit moves when she told me she’d like nothing more than to see them with me in the Tenderloin, Tenderloin, Tenderloin (in San Francisco).

The show in the TL was was rivaled only by the awesomeness of their Boston show (at the now defunct Avalon Ballroom) with my long time Rancid-loving cohort, Demetri, in 2006. Here we are resting after starting an EPIC circle pit.

Everyone loves a good circle pit. Seeing Rancid always makes me feel like I’m 14 again.

Bathroom wall at Gilman St. Berkley, CA

They sing songs about stuff I’ve come to know in my own life, especially since moving to California. I find myself in locations that I’ve sang along to in their songs when I had no idea what I was even singing about. Yesterday, Rancid put out their final farewell album, “Let The Dominoes Fall.” I downloaded it (because I’m a jerk) and I’ve only heard a few of the cuts— but they’ve still got it. This song almost brings a little tear to my eye. I’ll love them forever. Nuff respect.

Going to China tomorrow for 2 weeks! I sure am gonna miss my little Ruby SoHo.

I’d known Kelly since 2nd grade when she was secretly my creative rival in art class. Come 3rd grade, we got close when we were seated at the same desk pod with 2 other boys. We had these fantastic slumber parties at each others’ house. We used to make friendship bracelets that went all the way up our arms. She had embroidery floss in a special little case in every color you can imagine. I was bummed when Fall soccer started and I had to cut them all off. My whole forearm was bare and noticeably less tan than the rest of me.

We started writing a lot of notes to each other during class and the boys were always sneaking glances at what we were writing. I had a big crush on one of the boys for years through grade school, and it was crucial he not see what the notes said. So Kelly and I invented a secret code and wrote all our notes in it. I can still write in it fluently, and I’ll bet that she can too.

In September of 2007, I was Googling people I knew in elementary school and learned that Kelly also went on to do graphic designer. Neat.

I got this idea:

I made the font in Illustrator… and that was all. It turned out so Soviet. I always remember her birthday is Groundhog’s day, so this year when it rolled around, I lurked her again and found her mailing address. I sent her this.

She loved it. Now we’re friends on Facebook. Neat!

HAHAHAHAHA I HAVE A BILLBOARD. It’s behind the warehouse that I live in SoMa (the red one) and you can see it as you drive up the Highway 280 South on-ramp. Extreme times call for shameless self-promotion.

Look who’s blogging now!