Alot of people say there creative and art is their life, then these art institutes are filled to the brim and everyone and their mom is fashion designer or painter. I'm not saying the achieving beings at these places aren't good at what they do I'm just saying I think there is a mold that is being filled.
Anyway I'm not going to give you the I didn't grow up with much speech or monologue about my strife because who isn't having strife right. I will say that whenI did think up CozyTown it didn't come to me with a light bulb attached.
I was sitting down and drawing some sketches for this sketch artist assistant job interview. When I got called for this interview I was so nervous, no one had ever viewed my sketches and critiqued them.. no one but family trying to spare my feelings. Sitting at my kitchen table I pulled apart all my top drawings, retouching them with extra color, cleaning up errors I could only see, even redrawing them. At the same time I was crocheting a hat for a friend of mine, a gray merino hat with a tassle. Now off the back I was tired I had just pulled and all nighter fixing my portfolio and with four kiids wanting breakfast and lunch, not to mention out of the four one was about 4 months old. Yeah hectic!
So bright eyed and bushy tailed three days later I went to this interview and needless to say I didn't get the job infact I got schooled on my art style and the interview hated my clothes lol. She said the colors were nice though, so the all nighter paid off in one way. I left not furious but confused on what I thought I knew about fashion design. It was ready to wear.. I thought, Simple but unique... I thought. On the train ride home I pulled out my friends hat and worked on it, determined to at least hand over a pretty piece to her. A German woman and her sister eyeballed me for three or more stops before they asked me what was I making, I replied a hat. They obiviously were hoolers (crocheters) themselves because they admired the way I was holding my hook and yarn,
"that is the right way to do hold it" The small sister said. Later on I found out back home they taught a classes on crocheting and they praised my stitches. Cheered me up? yes it did. They asked me what pattern I was following and I replied I never follow patterns, one being they confuse me, too much work to check off my rows, and I would have to put on my glasses to read them lol vain I know, but they weren't the frames I wanted. Anyway they saw me pulling this design out of the air and was impressed, for what a gray hat. I should them the rest of the projects in my bag a scarf, a slouch, the start of a glove and some other stuff I carry with me all the time. One of the sisters imformed me to write this down, that what I was doing was creating my own patterns and with ease. To me it was just what I do to escape following patterns lol.
When I got home I dropped off the hat to my friend, I charged $25 for it pinched her sons cheeks and went on my way. When I got home I started pulling out the unfinished project bag, because nothing made me feel better then finishing projects. After feeding the kids, bathing them, then sending them off to bed I watched my favorite shows with a hook and yarn in my hand.
