Thursday, February 26, 2009
When I think “designer” I think of a high profile beauty always dressed to the nines in a red pair of Manolo’s . Let me tell you boys and girls….man, was I wrong. Designing is hard work. I haven’t gotten this much wear out of sweats and t-shirts since college. I wake up, brush my teeth, and head out the door to the “sweat shop” and hit the sewing machine. My hair and I are no longer on speaking terms because of the abuse I have put it through. Any designer that can maneuver the sewing machine in a pair of Manolo’s is far more experienced than I. I now know where the term “sweat shop” comes from. Though I have been working my *** off, I love every minute of it. It is incredibly rewarding to create something so unique and beautiful. The day that all my hard work assembles on the runway I will be on cloud nine. If you see me, don’t look to close because you may see a tear in my eye.
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