Figuring out “what I want to be when I grow up” has not been as easy as adults made it seem all those years ago…
I’ve tried lots of different paths (I was even a butcher, can you believe that!) and it just felt like nothing ever fit. Like really fit. Ever since I can remember I loved clothes. When I was really little I stubbornly told my mom that I only wore dresses, and they had to be pink. And not just any pink, but a very specific and very bright pink.
My mom loved clothing too, and when we lived in Hawaii she sewed and embellished all of our clothes by hand. So maybe this is just a continuation of what she started.
After many many years doing jobs all over the fashion industry, I decided to take a chance and FINALLY create my own pieces. That was in February 2020, little did I know I was in for the wildest and most surprising year of my life.
And with lots of extra time on my hands and trying to stay sane, I did my best to dive into my practice. I started sewing again, hand dyeing, embroidering, driving to remote locations, and taking photos… it was a huge adventure and one that I definitely needed to be pushed into, but I’m so glad I was.
Despite the confusion and chaos, finding my little center has been precious. I’ve been able to see so many threads of my life finally come together, weaving into something that makes sense for me.
So here I am again, starting fresh! But what’s that quote say? “Don’t be afraid to start over. This time you’re not starting from scratch, you’re starting from experience.”