It was several days before the Fourth of July and I was convinced I could make an outfit fitting for the occasion. I awoke with the design in my mind and immediately I sketched it roughly on a bit of scratch paper. I anxiously anticipated the moment when I would set to turning this bit of fashion imagination into reality.
However as many people have learned time and time again, nothing ever goes as we planned. I spent several hours creating this dress. I made the top and although it fit at first I added another layer which unfortunately was too tight. I then decided to remove it. I then continued on my adventure, carefully cutting the skirt and sew
ing all my pieces together neatly. But alas, fate struck again. The skirt was misbehaving most atrociously. I put in a zipper in hopes this would solve all my problems...it
didn't.
I then scrapped the zipper for a longer one. I thought everything was peachy keen until I realized how horribly I had put the zipper in. Unfortunately by this point I was too beat to rip it out and try again. So I flung the carcass aside and left to retire my career as a designer of patriotic rubbish. Alas, as I was relaxing reading the newspaper I had the silly idea to read my horoscope. It said something along the lines of: "Look past a small disappointment. It may not be a lost cause. Back to the drawing board."
I was quite scandalized. How could my horoscope be so clever and demanding!? But for all my foolishness I listened and returned to the my lair where occurs m
y fashion havoc. I went into my box of "projects in progress" and was quite intrigued to find a project which I had completely forgotten about. It was the beginnings of a vest: a red flower pattern on white, with a blue back. Quite horribly patriotic.
So as the moral of the story goes if at first you don't succeed...throw it out and start again!
"Fashion anticipates, and elegance is a state of mind...a mirror of the time in which we live, a translation of the future, and should never be static." (Oleg Cassini)
I quote the words of French-born American fashion designer Oleg Cassini (1913-2006) as a fitting start to this blog. For I am aiming for this to be a place where fashion is more than just another pretty face...so to speak. For fashion is something that can't really be described. It comes from all around us and yet it sends us into a spiral of questions resembling closely "which came first, the chicken or the egg". It is frequently changing and reemerging and disappearing. It's a beast that can never be seen or caught, but who we know is out there.
Which is why it fascinates us. It's why people are frequently writing about it, dedicating their lives to it, or merely reading about it in magazines. It's something that no matter how hard you try you cannot escape. For fashion in its most simplest terms is merely the clothing we wear, and unless you happen to be a nudist (no offense to anyone who is a nudist) you're going to be wearing clothes.
As I begin this I'm not exactly sure what I will use this for. Perhaps for feedback on my own designs or just for simple conversation about fashion news or whatnot. But I can promise that this will be a place to come for anyone who wants to dip their toes into fashion but are afraid as well as for those who are already confident in their clothing.
ing all my pieces together neatly. But alas, fate struck again. The skirt was misbehaving most atrociously. I put in a zipper in hopes this would solve all my problems...it 
y fashion havoc. I went into my box of "projects in progress" and was quite intrigued to find a project which I had completely forgotten about. It was the beginnings of a vest: a red flower pattern on white, with a blue back. Quite horribly patriotic.