The dress has form.
Behold it: a cardboard, paper poetry dress. This collection of words spells out the entirety of my Creative Writing semester. There are quotes from teachers on it, some MFA grad-students, my fellow undergrads, and of course, me.
I love it, I have no idea why I chose birds, but I think I was influenced by Alexander McQueen. (Though this is of course trash is comparison to his brilliance.)
Still, you gotta love it’s Avante-garde proportions. It has deep symbolic meaning hidden behind those feathers and charcoal drawings.
Somehow, my love of writing and fashion has coincided. It is a blessed, calming feeling. Sometimes I feel so scatterbrained.
I need focus in my life.
That realization has changed me. I’m becoming a very organized person, and I revel in that, but I am so happy that my creativity remains constant.
I was afraid I would lose it’s untainted purity if I didn’t make it like I always do: out of complete and utter chaos.
It is like a whirlwind, and I can barely hold on. It is exhilarating, and I wouldn’t change it for the world.
However, it is no way to work if one, like myself, wants to survive in the professional world. I’ve worked under deadlines, limitations, and word restraints, but never with my own work. It was copy-editing, revising, and researching for someone else.
Now it’s me, self-checking me. Talk about biased. Maybe I chose a bird because I’m learning so much.
Maybe I’m about to take flight.
Or…maybe, I just like to make bird dresses. Either way, it came out gorgeous.
And remember what I said about forcing my roommate, the previously unnamed but now named, Sarah Park, into wearing it?
Well, she weaseled her way out of wearing the finished product, but I still got this.
Totally. Worth it.