I like shirts with fancy cuffs (a horrendous Sir Mix-A-Lot song), but spend too much of my days tending to said cuffs, which get unruly.
The cumulative years I’ve spent pushing my sleeves up is sickening. Then my friend TJ was kind enough to turn me on (I believe the phrase was “You’re not getting a Christmas gift from me, but if you were…”) to CuffUps, a simple yet revolutionary contraption that help keep your sleeves turned up.
They took an elastic strap, put a button on one end and a button hole on the other, offer in over 20 different colors and stripes, and charge 20 bucks per pair. WHY DIDN’T I THINK OF THIS FIRST.
And now I’m giving them a free plug. Eh, worth it. I love them.
The cumulative years I’ve spent pushing my sleeves up is sickening. Then my friend TJ was kind enough to turn me on (I believe the phrase was “You’re not getting a Christmas gift from me, but if you were…”) to CuffUps, a simple yet revolutionary contraption that help keep your sleeves turned up.
They took an elastic strap, put a button on one end and a button hole on the other, offer in over 20 different colors and stripes, and charge 20 bucks per pair. WHY DIDN’T I THINK OF THIS FIRST.
And now I’m giving them a free plug. Eh, worth it. I love them.