I'll take it.
Since 4:00pm (it is now 11:13pm), I have been doing "Prim Suspect things." I swear, if I have to sign my name on one more dotted line, I'm going to voluntarily stab my pen into my left eye. I have been to staples THREE times tonight, I can probably tell you the exact blend of any fabric I touch, and my sewing room looks as if it is being temporarily used as a sweatshop.
One day, this will all pay off ... not long after all five pages of the Form 1065's are filled out, the frequent visits to www.irs.gov website are visited, and my entire box of envelopes/book is stamps is wiped out, will it ALL be worth it. I'll be happy when I have my first customer .... that actually purchases something. I swear, customer #1 is going to receive a million dollars.
I'm in the middle of making this dress. And I'll admit, I'm really forcing something out of this one. This poor little maroon double dyed jersey has been worked way too hard. Maybe I'm just so in the groove of doing stuff for the line, that I'm trying to pump out more than I've got in me. I've been working at this dress, which has previously been two different skirts already, for two hours now. Two hours. What a waste. I draped a white satin one shouldered beauty in forty five minutes! I'm ashamed. I'm also out of ideas.
So, who else do I turn to by the two God's of fashion. The two men who never let me down, no matter what season it is: Alexander Wang and Balmain. Jealousy rages inside of me when I look at their collections. How do they do it? Do they each have two brains? Do they have thread going through their veins instead of blood? Did their mothers put Mozart music up to their pregnant bellies, forming genius babies in their wombs?
Can we just drool for a second over Balmain's incredibly thought up piece? A Michael Jackson, acid wash, denim jacket. Ok. Hold on. That's like, three completely different eras rolled into ne amazing jacket. I hope the price tag reads $1,000,000.00. Because THAT it worth whatever price Balmain asks for it.
