I’ve been working for a while on new concepts. Because I source my materials in a very, shall we say, unique way, every project requires a fair share of brain power. And yep, a lot of brain juice went into figuring out how to minimize waste and create a bag that you ladies would enjoy. The problem solving is by far my favorite part. Well along side sharing it with you all. Hence why everything is Freshly Given. :-) There were no pre-made patterns or folders of sketches. I have to go with the materials provided me. And trust me, my apt is not for the faint at heart. Ask the hubby.
There are limited quantities. Emphasis on limited. No need to worry about walking in to a room, embarrassed the woman over yonder is carrying the same bag. Plus, even if you did, just flip to the other side and BAAMM, magic.
Have you ever walked so fast that the only thing separating you from a flat-out sprint is the distance between the bottom of your feet and the ground. New York does that to me every time. Against my will:
“Why the heck am I walking so fast?”
Either way, my gut paid for it. Unintentional workouts are not my idea of a post-feast activity. And working off a perfectly delicious meal after every 2 blocks is for the birds. But enough with the sad song. I do love that City. Having my first trunk show there was the challenge I needed to get my line off the ground. On my high horse I walked into some of the coolest shops to present my accessories. Looking back I’m shocked I did it.
I’ve not posted any of my new designs here on the bloggy, so this is me taking care of my people. These are a few of what you’ll find in my shop and a good representation of the greatness I call Freshly Given.
Thank-you’s: Charles (for the ridiculous love and support), Maw & Paw (for me!), Grandma (for sewing and providing), Nicole (epitome of dependable), Karla (the stick-to-it encouragement and day of hustle), Adrienne (PR/Dancing Queen), Ericka (world’s best photographer), Brittani (taking a risk by letting us dance & sale in your shop), Shanda (what can I say, emerging designer), Charisma + Arielle +Jodi (the last minute craziness), Phaedra (the earring’s display).
Every now and then I watch Soul Train lines from the 70’s to remind myself of what I’ve missed. Yeah I know, it’s not the best therapy. But really, am I the only one drooling while I watch these videos? There’s this nagging feeling like I missed out on one of the most colorful times in history. Where creative expression was the norm. UH!
To add to my sorrows, haha, I put together a little idea board of what I would wear, if I were to be on the show. These dancers embody cool and OH my goodness, I need to get some of that.