Starting this fashion line is the closest I have ever been to having a child, or I suppose what I imagine it to be like: In the first stages, it's just so exciting! I announce the news to everyone who will listen and want to shout it from the rooftops how happy I am and how great I feel about it! Then, the full weight of the situation starts to sink in. My entire life needs to change to fit this into my plans: My apartment isn't big enough, I don't have enough time, I have to prioritize everything, not least my finances. Meanwhile, back hurts, I'm constantly wearing "comfy pants", and using my situation as an excuse to eat junk food. I can't sleep and I'm always anxious about how it will all turn out. What should be the name be? Will I be good at this? When will I see my friends? So many open-ended questions with no absolute answers. But....all those scary points aside, it doesn't dispel how freaking excited I am about it all, and somewhere deep down I know it will all turn out OK. At least this is where I am at in this entire process. Sitting here, surrounded in patterns, with a path to the fridge and one out the front door. An empty bag of chocolate covered raisins somewhere in there too. (I wanted to buy Crispers, but the crumbs would have been everywhere and somehow I doubt my manufacturer wants to receive these patterns with salt and vinegar finger smudges everywhere. Gross.)
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| Embarrassed to admit this was not just my night snack while tracing patterns, but also (looking down in shame) my breakfast the next day. Judge away. |
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| My new pet! |
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| Do not be fooled, this is actually a sofa. |
I leave for Toronto Tuesday morning and can't wait to get out of Ottawa for a couple of days and once and for all hand over this work to the professional who will then somehow turn a pile of paper cutouts and fabric into a complete sample swimwear line. INcredible.
Until then, I still have a lot to do if I want this kid to be healthy.
xo Amber
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