Roll Call

January 14, 2014

Who wants to take my class The Art of the Fashion Collection at the Oregon College of Arts and Crafts? It starts on the 29th of this month and meets Wednesday nights from 6:30-9:30pm until 4/2. It’s such a good time!
Here’s your chance to take your great style, your countless ideas, your basic understanding of sewing and patterning and bring them all together in a disciplined framework. You will leave knowing who YOU are as a designer, you will leave as a LEADER of ideas, you will leave with the ability, know how and confidence to build a collection of any size, you will leave with everything you need to start a line. You will leave my class in tears, having experienced all of it coming together for the first time.
This class is an educational version of what I do every single time I start a collection.


Here Kevin!

January 11, 2014

This is a well rounded moment. It’s a Saturday, half way through. I’m out of bed after a week of fever. It’s true no matter how old fashioned that sounds. The day is the color of wet cement with high winds and rain. But I am safe and sound because I’ve got Kevin. We both wore burgundy for the drive to the hardware store. The Grateful Dead marathon continues even though the errand has ended and so I ask Kevin to keep er’ playin for a bit longer before I go back inside.
Guys, Kevin is the new Bello.
Or at least he’s doing a damn good job trying to be.



January 6, 2014

Obviously I am not writing very often. There are two reasons for this.
One, my trusty lap top, the one I bought when I started Filly, is now so old that even if I wanted to replace the hard drive and free up more space, I couldn’t because one that old can no longer be found. And so, like a good but tired dog, it tries to respond but its reaction time is not fit for earth life. By the time the beach ball has stopped spinning and that sentence is highlighted, I’ve left the room and gone to the store. It’s hard to edit a blog post in this fashion.

Two, I’m leaner. When I left Santa Cruz I stepped out of an old skin. I left that suit crumpled on the ground and headed North with a fresh self. That fresh self made two fresh decisions. I am collaborating on a kids line and getting ready to launch a women’s line of suits. These new endeavors steal my time away from Filly. For now. Until they’re old enough to walk on their own.

I am still here, still in the studio, still finding my way, still doing yoga and eating apples and missing Bello. More soon and soon there will be more.


Oh Hey, I Aged.

January 1, 2014

Happy Birthday to me. Us December babies complain about having a birthday so close to all of the big holidays. It’s not great, I grant us that. But because it’s not great and everyone knows it we actually get to make a bigger deal out our bdays then we would as June babies, for example.
So once again everyone efforted a celebration despite collectively feeling burned-out and crabby. And once again I felt overwhelmingly loved. It wasn’t until the next day that I fell pray to the crabby epidemic and spent the next five days sulking. On New Years I purposely went to bed at 11:30.


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