I Wonder What My Purpose Here Is
Written 8/28/19, but I forgot to post it:
I really don't know what interests me anymore. I feel like I've lost my zest for life. I even have the opportunity to get 2 years worth of schooling paid for myself, but I don't know what to pick.
I used to have a passion for fashion. I'm not entirely sure what killed it. Sometimes I wonder if it's the influx of “fast fashion”, or the lack of creative control that a designer actually has. I wonder if it's the inaccessibility of innovative and quality pieces. When I design, I also look at the amount of waste that goes into creating a new look. It's incredible!
Written today, 8/29/19:
It's so weird. After writing the last post, citing all of the reasons why I fell out of love with my old passion, it helps me realize that all of those issues are changeable. By writing out the things that I didn't like about fashion, I was able to re-identify the things that brought me to love it. Just because the field has changed, doesn't mean that I have to change along with it. I can still make whatever pieces I want without fear of who judges them or does/doesn't like them. I still have creative control!
I can choose to make my garments as accessible as I desire. Heck, I can give them away for free to make someone's day.
I am in charge of the quality that I choose to put into my clothing. Just because most clothing stores are churning out pieces without high-quality materials or construction, doesn't mean that I have to follow suit. I can fall in love with my pieces again. I can invest as much time as I find fulfilling, and I can make them works of art.
Lastly, I can make my pieces from found or re-used materials. This is important to me because I found that when making items from new fabrics found in the store, lots of cloth scraps were wasted if they didn't fit the pattern.
*deep sigh* I think I've got it. I think I'm back to my roots again! I'm going to make one-of-a-kind pieces that make my heart sing again. I'm so excited!
I really don't know what interests me anymore. I feel like I've lost my zest for life. I even have the opportunity to get 2 years worth of schooling paid for myself, but I don't know what to pick.
I used to have a passion for fashion. I'm not entirely sure what killed it. Sometimes I wonder if it's the influx of “fast fashion”, or the lack of creative control that a designer actually has. I wonder if it's the inaccessibility of innovative and quality pieces. When I design, I also look at the amount of waste that goes into creating a new look. It's incredible!
Written today, 8/29/19:
It's so weird. After writing the last post, citing all of the reasons why I fell out of love with my old passion, it helps me realize that all of those issues are changeable. By writing out the things that I didn't like about fashion, I was able to re-identify the things that brought me to love it. Just because the field has changed, doesn't mean that I have to change along with it. I can still make whatever pieces I want without fear of who judges them or does/doesn't like them. I still have creative control!
I can choose to make my garments as accessible as I desire. Heck, I can give them away for free to make someone's day.
I am in charge of the quality that I choose to put into my clothing. Just because most clothing stores are churning out pieces without high-quality materials or construction, doesn't mean that I have to follow suit. I can fall in love with my pieces again. I can invest as much time as I find fulfilling, and I can make them works of art.
Lastly, I can make my pieces from found or re-used materials. This is important to me because I found that when making items from new fabrics found in the store, lots of cloth scraps were wasted if they didn't fit the pattern.
*deep sigh* I think I've got it. I think I'm back to my roots again! I'm going to make one-of-a-kind pieces that make my heart sing again. I'm so excited!
31-35, F
