Just me & my French Curve
So I went to Dressew and committed to my fabrics today...a leap into the great risk that is opportunity. I now find my evening full of technical details; measurements and drafting, prewashing and ironing. I've forgotten how much I love this
It feels so right to be doing this again, although I know it's going to be dictating my life for the next month and a half. It's time to embrace my old university mantra 'I can sleep when I'm dead.' Ha!This is a nerve-wracking process. I'm already doubting my fabric pattern, which is stupid, because I know it's going to look adorable, and the cuts are going to be flattering. The risk that a collection isn't going to sell is always the worry. Time to draw from the well of self assurance- there is no use in losing the race before I've crossed the finish line. I can also re-assure myself that the only real loss will be whatever time and money I invest, which, in the long run, will be fairly minimal (well, the money part, anyways. Time is relative.)
So Chrys begins it's birth in a small city hall apartment, in Vancouver BC. Where's the bottle of champagne when you need it?!
posted by This love gets easier the more it's sung to @ 9:16 PM
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