Bursting at the seams

I don’t sing.. (except in the car, or shower). I can’t paint or draw realistic pictures of people, animals and baskets of fruit. I wish I could write beautiful notes, poetry and entries; with words that are simply beautiful. I would love to be graceful.. where in my world dancing would come naturally, or better the woman leads.

It has taken me a long time to get to where I am today-to finally accept who I am,and what I am capable of doing. For me, designing is a way to escape my busy life. I find peace in the colors, silhouettes, patterns, prints, and textures I work with. People tell me it comes natural, where I must correct them and say “no” it really doesn’t. It is hard as hell. But when I find what I am looking for, whether it is by a picture, my grandmother’s jewelry, a place in my travels.. anything it is then when everything falls into place.. and I create.