Dec 24th 2012... It's tough to forget that day... or night perhaps. I had gone to Opus for a wonderful get together with friends... ended up meeting new ones & ended the night with some wonderful food at Empire. It was also the night that I was introduced to two very significant people in my life... One was the man who was gonna push me hard into the fashion world, telling me I would rock. & the other was my future model when I would eventually begin my clothing line. It took me about a month of thinking back then to convince myself that this risk was worth taking... the risk of venturing into a totally new path of which I had very limited knowledge, not to mention that it involved making some really serious amount of investment with respect to time, money, building clientele, and learning... & also, as I eventually found out, the risk of burning your fingers with the wrong people.
A month later, this man would be my guru and I would begin my fashion course under this worldly freelance teacher. Everyday he taught me how to measure bodies, mark fabric, cut, stitch, formulate ideas to design, the need to make a swatch book of my designs, and, among other things, numerology . I was getting started, at once smitten, intimidated, utterly scared of failure, & suddenly desperate to make it big... I loved this line and had always admired it from a distance. Agreed it was a tough terrain to be in but how much name or fame could I make for myself in my current job/profession? Besides, fashion had always been my thing... It began the time I was born... It began with my dad. Oh! He had the most fabulous choices of clothing.
Ever since I was a baby, I hear my parents were often asked by even strangers where my clothes were bought... That my dad loved to dress me up was something that even my lil brother Grafin held testimony to. The no. of times, my dad left with him to buy him clothes... & the no. of times he returned with stuff for me instead! Even when I was a growing teenager, my dad would try to buy me short skirts and backless dresses, only to be promptly sent back to the store by my mom. All my life, I saw my mom get praises for her sarees that my dad tastefully picked. I still wear some of the stuff he got her... & today I get the praises. I can only hope to God that some of that tastefulness rubbed off on me.
A month later, this man would be my guru and I would begin my fashion course under this worldly freelance teacher. Everyday he taught me how to measure bodies, mark fabric, cut, stitch, formulate ideas to design, the need to make a swatch book of my designs, and, among other things, numerology . I was getting started, at once smitten, intimidated, utterly scared of failure, & suddenly desperate to make it big... I loved this line and had always admired it from a distance. Agreed it was a tough terrain to be in but how much name or fame could I make for myself in my current job/profession? Besides, fashion had always been my thing... It began the time I was born... It began with my dad. Oh! He had the most fabulous choices of clothing.
Ever since I was a baby, I hear my parents were often asked by even strangers where my clothes were bought... That my dad loved to dress me up was something that even my lil brother Grafin held testimony to. The no. of times, my dad left with him to buy him clothes... & the no. of times he returned with stuff for me instead! Even when I was a growing teenager, my dad would try to buy me short skirts and backless dresses, only to be promptly sent back to the store by my mom. All my life, I saw my mom get praises for her sarees that my dad tastefully picked. I still wear some of the stuff he got her... & today I get the praises. I can only hope to God that some of that tastefulness rubbed off on me.