By the time I hit high school, my aptitude with a sewing machine had already started to garner some notice. My friends would ask where a lot of my clothes came from, and I would respond by telling them I made them myself. This type of approach to high school fashion was definitely out of touch with most kids, and kind of set me apart, but not in a bad way. I had the ability to truly stand out, and it was through something creative and artistic that I did on my own.
There was a few big box stores in my home town, and those who had the money to do so normally bought their clothes in the next big city over where there was more unique selection. This of course could lead to our hallways looking like they were filled with hundreds of tiny clones, all in the same outfits. I never wanted to fit that mould, and where some of my classmates would drop a hundred dollars on an outfit, I could use the same amount to buy the supplies to make myself five. I’m sure this was also a source of relief for my parents, not having to drop that much money for me to be clothed throughout the school year, especially with growth spurts and the like rendering investment useless.
After high school it was sort of a given that I would follow my passion into fashion design. I applied to all the nearby schools that offered the course I was looking for, and was fortunate enough to get into one that was only a short drive from my hometown, leaving me able to save more money then having to move out and across the state, paying for rent, food, and more as I pursued my studies. I managed to learn a great deal about fashion design and creation, and was fortunate enough to have a highly knowledgeable teaching staff that took the time the students needed of them. I know that my skill in the matter grew exponentially, and allowed me to broaden my scope of creation to more than just clothes for myself.
When I graduated, with an undergrad in business management, you can probably guess where the next portion of my journey went. I wound up still within my hometown, and my eye on a small business space that I would turn into my dream. After securing the finances I needed, I signed some papers, and got some keys, and remember walking into the space for the first time as a store owner, and thinking what do I do now? I had a contractor come in and look at the space, and the changes that I wanted to make, got all my estimates lined up, and took my first steps to getting it all done. The design of the business, like that of a garment, was coming along, and all I had to do now was form the space to it’s needs.