Banning Excuses

A day of checking off items on lists, but not the one most essential to the next move. A little less than a month before my Bali Fashion Dream book extension. I had decided a few months back that the story ended too short, that there was more that should be included. I tend to place accountability markers that force me to show up. My submission deadline to my editor is January 31st.


I had written three chapters for the extension and thought to myself, well, the first book is just fine—do you really need to keep writing? I scanned the text and audio listened to the writing and found it rather inspiring. Odd, considering I had written it. But what I mean is this: I need to hear the story I am telling in this book, just as someone else might when it is finally complete.


The rain has been falling all day, yet I have decided—go on then, let’s finish what we started. The book, the fashion dream, and all the pretty dresses I will sew. Let’s do it all and live the life we feel is now very much within reach. It is time to believe and to build. I committed to writing one chapter today.


Get on the other side of the wall that keeps you from realizing your dreams. Scream, shout, and get the attention of the self that is not showing up in the way you know you can. Do not let yourself get away with the excuses only you know you are making. For if you keep ignoring your desires, you might forget what it means to strive.

I can hardly believe that I am finally learning to sew—training almost every day, with two days a week dedicated to private lessons.
This is the Elsa Fitzgerald Kartini Suit, which I have been slowly bringing to life as I learn the many elements of the process. I remember the moment I first found this fabric and how deeply I wanted to bring my fashion ideas to life with my own hands—learning to do so in the correct, technical way, with respect for the craft.
When we first started, I found myself frustrated by how long everything was taking and by how much each element needed to be understood before I could grasp the how and why behind certain techniques. We referenced a nearly approved finished Elsa Fitzgerald Kartini suit sample, studying its construction—what would be completed by machine and what required hand finishing. My mind naturally began calculating production costs, but I made a conscious decision to shift focus. I wanted to learn the intersection between industrial sewing and fine needlework, where efficiency meets intention.
In our last training, we began to study individual pieces of the pattern and how they relate to manipulation—how altering specific elements could lead to entirely new designs. The terminology in my mind and the movements of my hands are starting to come together through consistent action and committed practice. I cannot believe that I am sewing these ideas into fashion.

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