lrabiega

About me

Raised in the Amish country by a pack of feral Whedonites, Lindsay Rabiega has made it her life's work to bring T-shirty television goodness to the public, for $10 at a time. She was born, much to her mother’s discomfort, with a pen and sketchpad in hand, and those tools have served her well over the years. On her life journey, Lindsay Rabiega changed the world around her in many ways. Were it not for her turning to a jumpsuit-clad young man and saying “You know what? There aren’t enough songs about women named Caroline,” Neil Diamond would never have risen to stardom and “Sweet Caroline” would never have been heard. You’re welcome, weddings. Lindsay also invented flan, much to the delight of Spain. She bravely defended the underwater fortress in which the Hot Pockets recipe is kept against mermen, Hoosiers, and a cantankerous old German Shepherd. She made James Spader as creepy as he is today. But when she wasn’t conquering a third-world nation with her dazzling smile or playing backgammon, Lindsay sighed and felt an emptiness in her heart, an emptiness that could only be filled by making T-shirts. After waking up in a small sarsaparilla crate outside of Trenton screaming “flashes of Quincy,” Lindsay knew what she had to do. She bid farewell to the friends she had made—mainly stray turtles and Cher impersonators—and headed back home to Lancaster to set about making a great shirt. She hopes to keep making the kind of T-shirts that make strangers on the street stop and chuckle when you wear them, but if that doesn’t work out she thinks she might open up a seashell shop in Ocean City, New Jersey with her cat. (Bio by Kaity Nordhoff)