figuring it out

I've been spending a lot of time today & yesterday searching the internet for inspiration, blogs & music. I find myself asking what it is that I want for all this - a blog full of pretty things and lots of followers? But why? For what purpose? Would that end result make me happy?

I came across a comment on this post where someone mentioned that accomplishing your glamourous dream-goals often feels like a disappointment - a let-down. It's absolutely true. I've also been reading through my old journals and some letters from Dani... in one of them, she'd written "Buddha said, There is no way to happiness. Happiness is the way."

It's just that mood I seek, where I'm making something and enjoying myself, or coming across little pockets of wonder in my wanderings. I get caught up in the hustle-bustle of New York, or maybe of adulthood, and I miss the golden parts.

Window display at Louis Vuitton with a cupcake and a handbag. The type of magical dreamy thing I used to notice a lot more.

downtown fairytale dress-up

My friend Ana asked me to make this dress for her a few months ago. She wanted a dress with a dual personality - a constricted, sharply tailored "little black dress" underneath, with a free-flowing, playful and asymmetrical skirt layered on top. It was really fun to take another person's idea and run with it, and discuss the different ways we could achieve the look she was going for.

After several fittings and long hours at my sewing machine, I finally finished the dress last week. Major thanks to my gorgeous sister Theresa who agreed to model for me! All those hours watching America's Next Top Model definitely paid off :)