Her Fabric Scraps
As a fashion designer, the quality of my tools is the foundation for the success of my projects. I’ve always valued a sharp pair of scissors and the fearlessness to make the first cut. Just like anything in life, you will never experience the beauty of the outcome if you don’t take the steps to turn a vision into reality. When I reflect upon my craft, I owe much of my creative style and prowess to my mother. My mom was deeply into fashion and would drag me to the mall with her every weekend. She would buy beautiful dresses and have a different vision for them. She would cut pieces off the dresses, so she could customize them for herself. Those scraps of fabric would end up in my room, wrapped elegantly around my Barbie bodies. I didn't know those little scraps of fabric were planting seeds for my future. That fashion design was where my heart explodes. She also made it a point to travel me around the world to allow me to see how other cultures dressed. I was blessed to travel to Africa when I was 14, which introduced me to the stunning quality and richness of African fabrics. I later studied fashion and graduated with a B.A fashion degree from university. That was the beginning of my forever thirst to create art.
