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Seven Years of Swag

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Published: Apr 21, 2013

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With £deviantARTGear closing their doors, I thought it was high time to lay out the stuff I've acquired over the years.

The shirt I'm wearing, along with the flaming Fella, were the first two items I ever purchased. Forgive the cheesy pose (and those chalky arms!); the shirt is a size Small, and right now I'm more of a Medium.

The hat was a gift from `thorns; the I ♥ deviantART and SxSW shirts came from various devMEETs, as did the stress balls, pins, stickers, bag and lanyard.

And if you'll permit the burst of ego, here are a few other pics featuring some of the gear.