I'd like to be an author and I'd also like to live within the great wide world of fashion. I'd like to dress a model/actor for a photo shoot, but I'd also like to write a profound and meaningful story about a young woman in the roaring twenties. I picture myself in front of a rack full of fabulous pieces of a designer's collection waiting for me to sculpt the perfect spring outfit for Emily Blunt's appearance on Vogue. I picture myself pacing in my cold apartment with a tape recorder telling myself a story with papers littering the floor with my desperately scrawled handwriting trying to collect itself into a novel.
What do I do? I'm going to school for journalism which will contribute...in some form to either profession. I could start by writing fashion pieces on the rise of 70's inspired fashion, or I could write short stories for magazines and local newspapers. *sigh* so many possibilities. I almost drool at the thought of interning for Teen Vogue and working my way up until I'm the one dressing everyone else. Maybe I'll write novels on the side...but what to do. I've ignorantly condemned fashion school due to the probably stuck-up people who attend, but then I realize that those people are everywhere and that I am a moron. I can't sew for my life, though, my mom is a master seamstress, so perhaps it will come naturally..or perhaps not. There are things I need to learn, but I'm thinking that the world of fashion calls loudest and that I shall welcome it with a grand "HEY THERE"
So perhaps someday when you are reading a copy of Teen Vogue and you see....Emma Stone, or Kristen Stewart, or Michelle Williams, or Dakota Fanning on the cover...their outfits that command attention will be pieced together by yours truly...someday .
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