Southern Sass Supply LLC

I can’t, y’all…

I really sat here thinking I had this whole business thing figured out… and then BOOM 💥 nothing worked like it was supposed to.

Website acting crazy.
Products confusing folks.
Me? Stressed, tired, and wondering if I’m doing too much.

So I stopped.

Rebuilt everything from the ground up.

Now it actually makes sense. It actually feels like ME.

Not perfect… but real.

If you’ve ever had to start over when nobody saw the mess behind the scenes… I see you.

(And if you like fun little happy mail full of sass… yeah, I’ve got that too 💁‍♀️)

Hey y’all 💖

I want to take a minute and be real with you.

If you’ve visited our website recently… you probably noticed things weren’t super clear, and honestly, some parts just weren’t working the way they should. That’s on me.

We’ve been working behind the scenes to fix it ALL — and I mean a full rebuild. We’ve simplified everything, cleaned it up, and made it way easier to shop so you know exactly what you’re getting.

✨ Clear collections
✨ Easier shopping
✨ Better product layouts
✨ No more confusion

We heard you (even if you didn’t say it out loud), and we took that seriously.

Thank you for sticking with us while we figured it out. This is a small business, a learning process, and I’m committed to making it better every single day.

If you haven’t checked it out yet — come take a look. It finally feels like us.

Love you big 💖

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I can’t y’all… let me tell you about the Christmas of the Strawberry Shortcake stroller 🍓
My sister and I are only 14 months apart, so we did everything together… including arguing like it was our full-time job.

That Christmas morning, I ran into the living room to see what Santa brought me, my sister right on my heels. Before I even opened the bedroom door, I could smell it. Y’all know that strong plastic Strawberry Shortcake smell? Whew. I knew right then.

I said, “That’s mine.”
She said, “No it’s mine.”

Now listen—this matters for the record. I played with baby dolls. She played with Barbies. This stroller was clearly for babies. Case closed… or so I thought.

We’re standing there arguing, getting more irritated by the second, when we hear Daddy coming down the hall. He asked what was going on, and we both started telling our side at the same time.

Apparently Christmas spirit left his body immediately 😂
He tore our tails up and sent us right back to bed.
Christmas morning. Over a Strawberry Shortcake stroller.

P.S. It was my stroller. Period.
Love you big, until next time 💕

I can't y'all! Story time 🥹💞

When we were little, we lived right beside my grandma and granddaddy. Close enough that their yard felt like home — because it was.

Right by the road there was a ditch, and on top of it sat a manhole cover. For reasons only a hardheaded child can explain, I loved standing on that thing… usually in a pair of heels that were way too big for me.

I was told very clearly:
“Do NOT get on that manhole cover. If you do, you’ll get your butt beat.”

Well… me being me. 😌

One day my granddaddy was coming home from work and caught me standing right there — heels on, proud as could be. I panicked. I slipped those shoes off, left them sitting on the manhole cover, and ran back into the yard like, “If I’m not on it anymore, it doesn’t count.”

Too late.

He saw me.

He got out of the truck, walked over to the picnic table, sat down, and said those terrifying words:
“Come here.”

Here’s the funny part though — and the part that says everything about who he was:

He never touched me.
He never spanked me. Not once.

I was always prone to nosebleeds, and right then my nose started pouring blood like it was auditioning for a drama. He looked at me and calmly said,
“Go on in the house and take care of your nose.”

So I marched inside to Grandma and announced, with my whole chest:
“Granddaddy beat me till my nose bled.”

That was my story.
And I was sticking to it. 😂

The truth is, my granddaddy was a gentle soul. The kind of man whose disappointment spoke louder than any spanking ever could. He taught lessons with love, not fear — and that lesson stuck.

I never got on that manhole cover again.

Oh, how I loved my grandma and granddaddy like no other.
And I still do. 💕

What is your, "I never did it again story?"

I can’t, Y’all… 🤦‍♀️😂
My granny was awesome. And by awesome, I mean the kind of woman who let you learn lessons yourself.
She dipped s***f and chewed to***co. One day my sister and I got curious and asked if we could have some.
She said yes. 😳
Then we asked, “What do we do with the spit?”
Granny didn’t even blink. She said, “You swallow it.”
So… we did.
Fast forward to Mama coming to pick us up and finding us laid OUT across the picnic table, sick as dogs, green as a gourd. Y’all… never touched s***f or chewing to***co again in my life. Lesson learned. Immediately. 😅
I wouldn’t trade that memory for the world.
Granny knew exactly what she was doing. But, I loved her like I loved no one else.
I can’t, y’all....

March 11, 2026 - SOLD Is anyone looking a large Cricut Setup? If so let me know.
Cricut Maker 3
Every attachment blade all quick change. (I do not have the one for fabric)

Over 225 rolls of unopened vinyl
Cup maker
Cricut coffee cups
Light board
Misc blanks

Only used system about 10 times.

Doing massive clean out and need it gone.