Epiphany Way

Reconnect to the things that make you feel alive so your heart can thrive. This is your life your moment to build momentum around your dreams. Take out those dusty boxes, old ideas that you thought could not swim into a world unknown. Let them be wild and free. Kick up that foot stand and start to cycle back to the places you felt hope flow.

You are here breathing so it is time to do some living. I cannot tell you how many times I walk away from fashion from the work from the hard parts that make me feel angry, sad and hurt. But I am dancing with time and I do not know how much of this life I am granted so then I stand laughing at myself when I try to say it is over.

It is never over until the curtain calls me to leave, but to be rather morbid I would probably take up a fashion crusade wherever my soul longs to live. I desire to bring beauty and joy to the realities of the day. I will continue to live in the movie of my mind as a Royal Dressmaker dancing with spells she casts on dresses. Ones that takes the wearer away from their inner turmoil. I desire for fabrics to instill the magic of fashion into an aura of allure.

So that this fine lady dances into her day away from the made up sorrow she builds and instead climbs the mountains of her extremes to challenge herself and the world around her to be more. Give, share and love with all your might so much so that you forget to fight and just exist in this bliss where dreams are real and there is no need for a parallel. It is just one by being the dream!

I must be my own example, did you know during this winter break before I went traveling I packed my dreams away. Fabric, needles and threads into boxes put into the garage on the farm. I thought well who needs to play. It is time to be serious. I thought I should not be giving into a childish dream anymore it is time to grow-up and that now needs to be swept away. But I was reminded on this Epiphany day that we must believe. That I must create my own beauty through those dreams that keep the inner child alive and well.

I am happy to report that on Wednesday early evening I have a fashion date with Elsa Fitzgerald. I will have to find all my tools and fabrics for it is time to make a beautiful fashion collection.

My great grandmother was a village seamstress in Indonesia. She used to make all my clothes when I was a young child. We moved to the USA when I was 3-years old, but sometimes I wonder if she were alive and in my youth she could have taught me to sew. In a way I feel her life and love within me even if she did not show me her way, I have found my own path to fashion a fashion heritage I can share with others.

Here I am with my mother wearing another one of my grandmother’s designs in the village before we moved to America. I do have dreams to serve fashion artisan communities from a local to global level in this next year through the Fashion Innovation Hub.

I do live in the fantasy of fashion images and impressions that dance between things that are not practical in this age of the day, but I have decided we need the magic that fashion brings even if from an educational entertainment perspective. I would love to reboot the Fashion Heritage Needle Trades Show where I take people around the world to share a love and passion for this creative practice.

It does not matter how many times I try to walk away from the fashion house Maison Elsa Fitzgerald I created in 2013, it keeps calling me like a haunting whisper. It sits in my soul asking me to play and make fashion once again. This year is going to be spent sharing my unique view on fashion venture creation by building back the Maison Elsa Fitzgerald fashion house starting with a completed commercial collection.