Construction
an image gallery of the construction that took place at my first location at 190 main st. i had been open for about 6 weeks when it started.
"the new owners will continue to work when they want, *even though the lease says any work done on the building will be done after business hours* and we're not going to renew your lease. you can stay if you want, but the rent will go from $1,000/mth to $2,500/mth. my clients need to recoup the cost of treating you like shit."
Construction
Dump trucks filled with garbage were backed up as close as possible to my porch/back entryway.
Construction
Huge trucks like this blocked the entrance almost daily.
Construction
"Let's make sure we back this one up as close to her windows as possible. that dumpster isn't gonna fill itself. "
Construction
"did you guys clean up your shit before you left for the day?"
"nah, boss."
"perfect."
Construction
"can you reach it billy bob?"
"just make sure your dick is in view for her customers."
Construction
"fellas, did we make sure to pile as much garbage into that trailer as possible?"
"sure did, boss."
"that's what i call teamwork. who wants to go get a brewsky?"
Construction
"where you at boss? are you gonna grab this?"
"make sure you're standing as close to blocking the entryway without actually blocking it as you can."
"10-4"
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"we made sure to park our bohemath trucks just far enough apart to take up the whole parking lot, but not far enough for anyone else to park."
Construction
"make sure you put that giant thing in the entryway. it's nice and ugly."
Construction
Shit. this photo doesn't go here. Wrong location.
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It’s a case study in institutional failure, systemic abuse, corruption, collusion, cover-ups, and personal resilience. It’s about a woman who followed every rule, built something out of nothing, and had it drowned, erased, and ignored — by the very people who were supposed to protect her.
My livelihood and purpose were taken from me by a corrupt, bias judge and a reckless nonprofit whose mission statement and actions are completely misaligned.
My story is not just a story.
And THAT is why Meraki meant something . Not just because of the brands. Not just because of the visuals. But because it made women feel seen. It made them feel like they belonged to something bigger, softer, cooler, kinder. It gave us a moment to remember who we wanted to be.
And that’s sacred.
I wasn’t running a boutique. I was creating a portal. A safe space for women to land anytime they needed it - whether they bought something or not.
I wanted Meraki to be a place that somebody walked into and felt like they knew me without ever having met me.
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