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Cute cows, sharp tools, and successful careers
A ten year old girl without a care in the world sits in front of her TV and turns on a movie with a cow on its cover. The cow was cute, but the 2005 documentary certainly wasn’t. Eyes opened, stomach knotted, life changed, the girl makes a vow to never eat those adorable farm animals again. And she’s kept that vow to this day.
By Rakel Tanibajeva5 years ago in Styled
Making Sustainability Sexy - one corset at a time.
Last year, when the pandemic hit and the world came to a brief pause and we found ourselves cooped up in the comfort of our own homes, in the beginning of the quarantine — I picked up something I love so much but have been neglecting because of the nature of the toxic fashion industry I had been a part of since I graduated with a BA in fashion design from Istituto Marangoni in 2010 — creating beautiful and unique pieces from scratch.
By Ekaterina Eastlack5 years ago in Styled
Introduction to Cinched Collections
It's time for us to redefine the term "curvy". People typically associate the word "curvy" with plus size. However, there are soooo many curvy size 6 or 8 women who also struggle to find clothing that properly fits, but there have been very few brands that cater to this niche market. The average size woman in the US is currently between a size 16-18. However, there are still huge disparities between regular and plus sizes in the market.
By Ashley Joyner5 years ago in Styled
Break With Tradition
My lifelong creative project is my business, Psychomoda , A fashion studio and shop that I have built from nothing but my dogged tenacity , my basic tools of the trade, and my wonderful customers. On my premises , which is a small shop and studio, I design and make , all of the garments I sell.
By Alison Harm5 years ago in Styled
Upcycling adventures
After I graduated from college, I started working for a community arts organisation in Belfast, as coordinator of their Trash Fashion Project. We worked with diverse groups all over Belfast, teaching them sewing and design skills with an environmental twist; all the materials we used were recycled. Whether it was a bag of school ties, a hideous 80s jumper or lace remnants from a lingerie factory, we loved taking what was discarded and giving it a second life.
By Julie-Anne Graham5 years ago in Styled
Get Exclusive Kids Dresses Online
Dress According To Age Group Buying Kids dresses can be confusing not because of the adorable designs available in the market but the size. One is often confused as to what size will fit the child. But if you buy kids dresses online, there is never going to be any such confusion, as they categorize the clothes according to the age. The filter option on the sites helps you to choose the age group, thus making your task easier.
By Nikita boli5 years ago in Styled
To my 9 year old self: your childhood hobby is now your career. Top Story - June 2021.
Picture this, my Asian dad who wanted his first born to be a doctor reluctantly handing over my first sewing machine. In that moment, he probably realized that the doctor dream should be passed on to my little sister because there was no denying my love for fashion design.
By Cabrini Roy 5 years ago in Styled
Creating is a powerful form of self-expression. I find that using a medium that suits my current feeling brings me to comfort and a place of Zen.
My very first memory of my Mother doing something that I was so curious about, so interesting to me that I would get scolded and told to stop bugging her, was of her sitting intently at her sewing table. She was surrounded by lengths of colorful fabric and shiny things. As a little girl that was impossible to resist! It was even more interesting to me than Grandma baking in the kitchen, while I sneakily picked fresh Peaches from her tree. When I reminisce about these moments so long ago, Nostalgia surrounds my heart, and my chest gets tight. The smells of...I can't describe, I never can! A warm summer's eve, and the inexplicable delight of being alive. I truly was a little girl in happily forever after-Ville. Really it's needless to say, but as I grew older my interests naturally expanded to things l was strangely unaware of before. They suddenly surrounded me. Even still, the pleasant experiences of early childhood, enabled a keen sense of color, smell, and texture. I of course did not know what that meant for me at the time, but my mother was happy about it, and when my Mommy was happy, the world was a good place to be. So here I will return to the Child that remembers with rosy-cheeked exuberance, the very first flouncy blouse, without Rick Rack (if you were born after 1980 it is forgiven, if not in your personal dictionary.) I think it was in 2nd grade, and I was so proud of my new "Stevie Nicks" blouse. It was truly a hit that first debut, so much that my teacher inquired as to where my Mom bought that "Fab blouse". I was beaming, and to this day is a favorite memory. This is a true story, so it is not all sugar plums, believe me, there's all that the behind closed doors stuff too. Not that I will tell...we'll see. What I am trying to lead into, is at the end of the day my mother was an "Outside the Box," exceptional seamstress, beyond the times. I wore homemade clothing, all except for the fashion impossible designer jeans of the day. I'm sure most of you are familiar, "Chemin de Fer, Souvenirs, Dittos, etc?" Must-haves for teens then. My other clothing was a mystery to strangers, as far as they knew, I was hitting the Fashion District in San Fran every Fall! My closest girlfriends were the only ones who had the whole down-low. We were all pretty surprised when I took the yearbook title for "Best Dressed Female" in the whole eighth grade. I was not Miss Popularity or any such nonsense, but you'd think it might of been nice of me to give my Mom a little Love right? I didn't, being the teenage, (14 years ancient) Narcissist that I was at the time. Shame haunts me now as it should because my Mom has sadly passed on too soon, and if I could go back, (her words ringing in my head hanging low), "Coulda, Woulda, Shoulda, Susan Lyn" I would shout out to all just how wonderful she was and not just a Seamstress, she was a multi-talented, well rounded Renaissance Woman. As well the Strongest woman, unshakeable, unbreakable, unbeatable. Just completely everything I wish I could, but never will be. That is a small lead into the graces of my Mom, for none of us have enough time to do her justice. Now to the to real of what I am telling you about. I am an Artist. Full to the hilt Libra-Virgo, and I am not afraid to embrace my flakiness, I like to think it makes me mysterious. I don't mind if people think otherwise, I'm old now at 53 so I like to think what I want of other people as well, keeps it interesting! I'm als0 sensitive, Librans trait as well so please don't feel free to tell me if your thoughts are unkind as I will do likewise. Having said what about my life I think adequate for explaining my Artistic drive, I am not the Scissor Wizard that was my Mom, but I do use them daily for my various crafts and experimental as well as fundamental endeavors. I am mainly a Sketch Artist, that is what came to me as just a breeze, a wonderful gift by any means. I believe it comes from my Fathers' side. Remember my aforementioned Grandma in the kitchen? She was a Non-proclaimed and very talented sketcher of birds. Any and all kinds of birds, and cats too. Birds and Cats, playing together in harmony. She could also write. She made all the Church-ladies have to use their hankies, and she would get so mad at me for laughing. Hey, it was funny when their makeup was all runny, I was a kid, and a Tomboy that didn't cry ever, (in church anyway)I had my tears more than enough, later on when I figured out I was only crying because I was a Libra for sure. I was so mad at that Idiotic crap that went on and changed signs to be a Gemini. I always wanted to have a twin or any sibling for that matter. Soon it came to be, I started to get in trouble in sch00l, mostly in Math class for doodling all over my papers. "Remember the days of "show your work?" They are no more, kids today have it easy comparatively. I guess they didn't appreciate the kind of work I was showing. Being the way she was, rather than suppress my urges to draw on everything every chance I could, (sans her walls in my ro0m) she put me to work in UC Davis annex art classes in the afternoons, only if I quit drawing on my schoolwork, and finished my homework assignments to her satisfaction. Staunch and Stern, she was a Norwegian all the way on that kind of thing. I will note that I am very grateful for that today, not so much then. That is a gift, as it was because I received a much more than adequate public school education. So it was then, throughout grade school, and Junior-High I happily partook in all the art stuff I was mature enough to enjoy. I even made some college-age "friends" I did not know that in time they were going to become priceless mentors to me in the future. That statements bring to mind how endless time seemed then compared to these flash in the pan type of days I am enduring now. Youth is so terribly unappreciated when we are in the midst of it, and that is sad to me, in retrospect. So as the tales trudges along towards the summer of my 14th year, these entities called boys became the most important factor of my focus. I seemed to lose interest in just about everything else, except my favorite tv shows, such as you may have gathered the 70's so...Partridge Family, need I embarrass myself further? I sort of disconnected with my Mom too, and it was no secret that she was none too happy with her "teenage" exorcist reject wanna be so "Cool" version of Me. I still did not mind the homemade clothing, but none of the kids at school were noticing me, and I did notice that to the extreme. I had become the blender type of girl, boring and unnoticeable. Unacceptable to me, even though before, these matters simply did not matter. (Ugh) is the only suitable response to who I thought I had to suddenly become.
By Susan Hoeflich5 years ago in Styled
Where Two Oceans Meet
As a young girl, I recall my mother carrying a green composition notebook with her, sketching any garment or detail that someone would be wearing in 1990s Melbourne. She’d come home, rifle through her (it was not yet ‘our’) pattern collection for something similar enough, pull out the cutting mat, the pin cushion, the tape measure, the shears. My mum sewed all of my clothes. All of them. I loved it.To this day, this is still (one of the ways) how we both create.
By Inneka Moorhouse5 years ago in Styled
They Say Power Corrupts. Might as Well Enjoy it In Every Colorway.
Hey. My name is Gigi & I paint sneakers. But I'm a different kind of sneaker artist, because I don't particularly care to paint those crisp-y, white sneakers and make them - well, not so white anymore.
By Gigi Rodgers5 years ago in Styled
