Better than a moment.

We all live for moments. Fractions of them really….bits of happiness, of excitement, love and euphoria; grandeur and success. Then there are the ones we don't exactly strive for…. anger, sadness, defeat, frustration, despair. Either way, they are extremely powerful. Powerful enough to build and destroy, and yet they're often taken for granted. I suppose that's just the way life is, no? In fact if you stop and think about it, life is much like a fabulous garment. I'll explain. Imagine you walk up to a table and there lies yards upon yards of fabric….you glare and inspect… and well…..how incredibly boring and lifeless a textile roll is .. isn't it? It's so lonely and dull, so sad when it's left untouched. Oh, but, if you grab some scissors…..hmm now we're getting somewhere. If we start snipping, you can hear the shears metal scrape against itself, neatly cutting each fiber, giving the large limp panel a song to dance to as it falls to pieces. Nothing like good music to fall apart in….sometimes in happiness others in turmoil…but each piece it's own … only to end up looking like a pile of scraps of course. You would probably confuse it with garbage if you didn't know any better. Anyway, now we have a stack ….clearly it appears as nothing special, because it's literally a mound of sliced textile. It's easily overlooked in a room full of much more succulent, delicious and completed projects to feast your eyes on. Nothing special, merely a few more pieces of matter taking up space. Much like our memories and experiences perhaps? Sometimes we stare admirably at others' finished pieces as we ignore our own pile of scraps. I agree, it's so hard to look away. It does sound quite familiar though, guilty here...if I do say so myself. But we don't have to sit and stare forever. What happens if we choose to take that weird concoction we started and begin to piece it all together? Sew it up here and there...the good and the bad. Once it starts to take shape the doubt and hesitation start to wither away into excitement and anticipation. We can have the collar of pride, add some love in the sleeves, maybe cuffs of lessons, the buttons of experience, the pattern of emotions and a train of success to follow us around in all our splendor. We can create our very own couture signature piece. Custom made. The perfect fit. There's nothing more satisfying than to complete a garment out of what was once considered rubble and show the world how astonishing it can be. WE can be. It's not just cloth you see, it's a statement. A loud one. And just like a garment, we can design ourselves constantly. We have the ability to create masterpiece after masterpiece… collections upon collection fit for constant reinvention. I can see life reflected in each project, in each design, in every detail. It brings me joy to be able to create and recreate, over and over and over gain. To learn, become better, become the best. And it doesn't stop at creation. The rewards keep flowing because once a piece is finished it is not complete until we show it off. Dress a person the right way and you don't just adorn a body with something pretty….. otherwise it's just a disguise. The right outfit transmits confidence, self esteem, power and happiness. Only then we are complete. Designing and sewing bring me so much more than just a happy moment, it's a passion. I'm in love with it because it relates to the world and our lives. We decide what outfits we will make with the pieces that have been cut. We also decide which ones we will wear ...both inside and out. I live like the world is my runway because it is and it's yours as well. We can choose to come out and drag by like a sorry, deflated balloon, or, we can strut like the world is ours. So I suggest we strut it with our best piece.