That’s it, I’m running away to start a new life as a Kardashian. That’s where I will be if you need me. If you have watched their show you know that they fit the bill of what every young girl looks to be when she grows up. They have immaculate homes, amazing sisterly bonds, flawless features and extremely lucrative careers. You don’t have to like them, but let’s just all agree that their lives are enviable. However, the odds of them adopting me at this point are pretty slim.
What I always wanted to be when I grew up was a strong woman with firm morals and a killer career. Even though I’m not a Kardashian, I still plan to make that happen.
Now, let me take you on a trip back in time...
My first love was soccer. I started to play when I was four and by fifth grade I was locked in. I was going pro. That’s right, little 5’1 me with a little extra padding than most pro athletes generally carry around their midsection and a temper that threw all caution to the wind and abandoned all rules if a girl even looked at me wrong. It wasn’t until I was sketching out an outfit in class one day that I wanted to wear, that something changed. A kid named Eric walked by my drawing and commented, “You should make clothing when you grow up”. Now, I know what you’re thinking, how dare this Eric character presume to tell me what to do with my life. What a monster. How could he possibly suggest that I, the next Mia Hamm, do something so lame and girly as design clothing. Guess what guys, thats exactly what I did! I applied to FIDM and left to study apparel design right out of high school.
You’re probably thinking that I went straight into designing wedding dresses because I now own a bridal boutique. You would be incorrect. My career in the industry started with me studying motocross and snowmobile gear. I don’t know if you aware with how those garments are constructed, but they are a pretty far cry from the feminine lines of a wedding dress. I was not like the girls that go into the wedding industry. I was not full of joy, my closet contained absolutely no pastels, and to be quite honest I was certain that there was no way that I could maintain that level of faith in true love all the time. It wasn’t until after I graduated college and had begun designing men’s street clothes that I even gave bridal a second thought. I had enough sense to know not to jump into anything without first getting my feet wet, so I started looking to expand my resume. Along the way I applied to be a bridal stylist. Within the first week of working as a bridal stylist I fell in love with the energy that accompanied the job. It was genuine, happy, loving, and exciting. Man, was it exciting. I already had a firm grasp of garment construction which helped me understand how to make each bride’s dream dress a reality. The rest is history.
What I want to be when I grow up hasn’t changed, but with me it has evolved. I still strive to be a strong woman with firm morals and a killer career, but now I also want to be surrounded by women who aspire to posses what they have always wanted and share in that happiness.
That is what I want to be when I grow up. What do you want to be?
P.S. Eric, if you ever read this, I don’t actually think you are a monster. I appreciate you always giving me the brutal truth. It was you who put the idea to create clothing into my head.