People put a lot of emphasis on formal training. I’ve even been reluctant to describe myself as a designer because I never went to school for it, I never took a class, I barely sketch, and I still struggle with sewing. But whenever I come up with an idea…whenever this fancy little imagination of my starts spinning I do whatever I need to make it work.  I even think my lack of design schooling makes me a little more …a little insecure whenever I start a new piece.  Why should it? So I don’t know the names for every fabric I work with. I don’t need to. Send me blindfolded into a fabric shop and I will still pick out fabrics that not only look expensive but feel great. Granted…half the time they are extremely expensive but hey, I can’t control my personal taste.

I mean…I understand clothing. I understand how they’re put together ( except sleeves…I just…can’t). I know a woman’s body. I know what I like. And I know the girl I design for down to the song she’s listening to before she goes to bed. I don’t design garments just to make clothes. I don’t design things just to show what 4 years of design school taught me – I didn’t go! I design clothes I think people will want to wear. Clothes I want to wear. Clothes that will make you feel good. And I don’t care about anything else. Isabella Louis definitely isn’t just a pieces of fabric on your back. It’s a lifestyle… an attitude.

Anyway… now that I’m done with my rant – I’m taking a break. I need to start a hem for this skirt. I have my struggles. But I’ve been in The Factory all day making messes.

Finished the skirt. I need to ask the woman at the fabric shop what kind of fabric it is. Feels expensive. Genuine leather waistband. Invisible zipper in the back. Details.