so i am doing it!
i bought like 10 books on how to successfully start & manage your own fashion label,
guides on how-not-to-be-one-of-these-post-fashion-design-students-who-suck-because-they-don’t-know-anything-about-business.
I kind of am that, haha
BUT I DON’T CARE.
I want this to happen. I want this to be my life and it’s so encouraging to read about how other people, much less fortunate
than me without a fashion degree or a cent started off.
What’s that paper for? I wont put my degree in a frame if I cannot live up to being an actual Designer.
And I have so many ideas bowling up in my head, so much I still need to learn.
I know there will be failures. I know fashionshool will seem like a spa-trip compared to that.
I know I will mess up alot of things but I know in the end it’ll all be worth it and I need to do this on my own.
Just so you all understand why I kind of gave up on this blog, life happened.
But I will moove this blog soon and take you with me on a journey towards MARY OH!.
wish me luck!
Monday, February 28, 2011
My eyes hurt from the light coming out of this door
that country behind it is beautiful,strange and so cruel.
My lungs wouldn’t catch no oxygen there, I wasn’t told.
I was crawling up the stairs to that Party You fooled.
You invited yourself, your foot in the door.
Didn’t you hear the music is outside?!
Oh, I made you deaf and myself cry.
Stuffed Feathers in your Heart & Ears.
What silly bird. It learned now how to fly!
The old lake is frozen up, covered with glistening shades.
It’s all shiny new -still fragile to break,
but as the cracking gets stronger,
the fear just fades.
Leave the bags up there in the dark,
Come chase the dancing kids with me down in the yard!
Their heels are cracking, soon they’ll grow old.
There is never a halfway passage,
No Maybe Baby, you haven’t been told.
I am running down the stairs towards the sun,
close the door behind you, this isn’t fun.
I wanna dance with you and walk on,
I look in one direction where I know I belong.
I am a Mister-Brightside-Girl.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
I want flowers on the top
I want lilies that go pop!
roses in bright peach
and peonies with beauty out of reach.
Tulips that are so fun
and daisies that always smile to the sun.
Bring me color,’
Bring me light
my skin shivers, on this lonely winter night.
doesn’t it calm and clear your mind, soft colors, soft light
the crisp and fresh smell of roses?
god, how will i survive the next cold months?
spring was always my favorite season- soft colors, fresh air, the feeling of finally braking the ice.