Let me tell you a little secret. Once
upon a time in a land far away there was a little girl who wanted to be a
fashion designer. It started with paper dolls and fancy wardrobes. First
they were little girl dolls that practically owned my wardrobe, once I grew up
a bit they turned into a bit more Barbish figures, for the lack of a better
word, that had dresses drawn for them inspired by latest MTV video
trends. Somewhere in my mid teens , after dropping the cut out dolls, I started
taking interest in red carpet events and evening gowns. I was constantly
running around with sketchbooks full of little fashion drawings of from fancy
gowns to casual outfits.
And then, to be honest, I do not know
what happened. I guess I heard one too many times that it’s not a
feasible career to pursue and it’s a waste of my very technically inclined
brain. Eventually I just gave up, after all those were people who knew better,
right?
Don’t get me wrong at this point in
life I truly cannot imagine myself in the shoes of a fashion designer. it's not
a job or lifestyle I am cut out for. Sometimes I just wish I wasn't redirected
into a path of not so right educational choices till I landed somewhere I
belonged. I love my job it’s the perfect compromise for my
technical brain and visual mind. Things did work out in the best scenario that
was available. Design and illustration are still very much my biggest passions
right next to literature.
Why did I get into all this? Well I
started working on fashion sticker set for my shop and got totally carried
away.
Something inside me snapped back into that little fashion designer
mode. This was probably the most fun I had working
on new shop items. Surprise-surprise it still has some undeniable charm for me
and I had an amazing time working on those. Give me some watercolors and india
ink and let me lose on a deserted island.
So here we go a tribute to that
little girl and her sketchbook. And off course I couldn't stop myself from using it as soon as I could.
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