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Designing my dreams
I think I got my love of sewing and design from my grandmother, Wanda. I remember when I was a little boy I used to love to watch her sew. She had a wooden sewing table that swung open so you could hide away your machine when you weren't working. Her desk was like a Mary Poppins handbag and held everything a sewer could need. She had buttons, scissors, threads of every color, trims, everything. Usually someone in the family would ask my grandmother to hem a pair of pants for them but I especially enjoyed watching her hem or alter dresses for my sisters. I was fascinated by how she could look at a dilemma in the dress and without hesitation, pull out her measuring tape or sewing gage and get right to work fixing whatever problem the dress had. I didn't start sewing early like my grandmother. I started sewing after college when my aunt gave me her old sewing machine after she noticed I had really sparked an interest. I was not as talented as my grandmother when it came to alterations but I found I really enjoyed making something from scratch, so I grabbed some basic sewing patterns and began making. My early pieces were not the prettiest but I kept at it and a few years later I began making pieces for my first fashion show. It wasn't easy but I managed to do a full collection of gowns made all by myself in only a few short weeks. I decided to keep the color scheme black, white, & red and I was inspired by old Hollywood glamour and female stars of the silver screen. Black velvet, long white gloves, red satins and fitted silhouettes. Before the show I invited my aunt who had given me my first sewing machine and my grandmother who sparked my interest in sewing so many years before. The show was a hit and even won me Columbus fashion designer of the year. Shortly after, I was invited to present another collection and I only had a few months to create all the looks. This time I was inspired by color, athletic wear and florals. Bomber jackets with bright colors and florals, a tennis skirt with bright floral patterns and a show stopping floor length neon green vinyl skirt.
By dakota green5 years ago in Humans
Scissors
Scissors I felt like I needed to start writing, I knew the only way to do it is to start writing about random subjects. It is hard because my mind never truly settles down and everything I could think about always falls in-line with the things I have always written. When my friend told me about the challenge of writing about scissors, I wanted to do it, but scissors is such a small object to create an entire story about.Still, I felt I could since I am constantly using a scissors for something. Later she corrected me and said I do not necessarily have to talk about scissors, just a creative outlet, something that involves the use of a scissors. Somehow that seems more complicated than just talking about scissors.You see, I have a lot of scissors; big scissors, huge scissors, small scissors, wide scissors, skinny scissors. I have round scissors, flat scissors, plastic scissors, pointy scissors, even wooden scissors. Recently I found my old Leather-man Wave, and come to find out, the scissors in it are just as sharp as all my other sharp scissors; tiny, small but handy.At first I wanted to talk about my grandma's love for scissors. She had a lot of scissors. She had a specific one for everything. Paper had a different scissors than fabrics, she even had different scissors for different sewing string and colors. But of all the scissors, her favorite was Fiskars. She had three of those stainless steel with an orange handle, which are now mine and sadly enough, right now they are sitting in a storage unit in New York City and I am over three thousand miles away.Even more than crocheting, or knitting was the love my grandma Meme had for cooking. She hardly ever used knives in her kitchen, only scissors, even to cut carrots, fish or meat. Although I am an adult now, I still enjoy the memories of her cutting green onion, celery and all sorts of greens into her big pot of soup.I was wishing when I start writing, my first things will be about my work, my job, or even my history, and not scissors, but the more I think about it the more I realize I could compress a story of my creative use of a scissors. If I had to talk about my work, there will be so much to talk about, as I am a jack of all trades (though the master of none). Currently I work construction, a job that gets you on the road, even across the country if you are good, but we hardly use scissors. Though it is used once in a while in construction, pocket knife is always faster at the job site. My jobs are usually temporary, as my passion is in art, from painting and carving, to making cards, even cooking in my kitchen is a work of art.Although I have a tote that is almost full of scissors, I only use three, as all the other scissors have some kind of a problem. The problems range from loose handle to dull blade, some I know will never work again, still I save it. It is just hard to throw out a scissors, isn’t it?The three I use now are Kitchen Aid scissors, two black and one green. Just like my grandma Meme I try to designate my scissors. The newest one came in a set with ten knives in a holder, and that is my sharpest scissors, only four years old and I still use it every day, trying to keep it as a “kitchen only scissors.” The second one is the other black scissors, five years older than my now-kitchen scissors. I designate that for my arts and crafts.The third is the green scissors and it is where I will start my story.
By shyshadow5 years ago in Humans
Love in Broad Strokes and Details
Love is recognized in its broadest strokes. Dates, flowers, chocolates, and all the other things in romantic movies. True connection and deep love is in the details. A person making a cup of coffee for you, saving the last piece of chocolate for you, teaching you how to fix something or sharing a moment are the details of love. Inside jokes, things that go wrong become stories of a lifetime. Surprises are our richest treasures.
By Ariel Friedman5 years ago in Humans
The Pin Drops
Jen and I so in love The First time I saw Jen in college, it was like out of a movie - “I love her and I don’t know why, a girl that beautiful will never be with a guy like me..." My cousin says "ya for sure.” What a guy eh! We never got the chance to date then, but 7 years later, we finally have our opportunity. It’s a dream…My aunt owns an apartment in HK - I ask if we can use it, she says, “I lent you my car and you scratched it!” The first time she meets Jen she says “I love you and I don’t know why!” and gave her the keys to the apartment that night! “I trust you... make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid”.
By Anto Chan 5 years ago in Humans
Happy See, Happy Do
She is in twelfth grade and must come up with a graduation project idea. Her proposal is late. Well, it’s not late late; she is certainly not in trouble for not turning it in yet.
By G.V. Scout5 years ago in Humans
It has to be costume sorcery...
I always felt like I was born to entertain. As a 5-year old, I could be found performing on my "stage" (in front of our fireplace) with my jump-rope microphone and my footie pajamas. I did things throughout my childhood to pursue my love of expression - I took dance classes for 8 years, learned to play the flute, did a few acting classes at the local theater company. Still, I never really pursued any of it seriously. I didn't really know how, to be honest.
By Kristina Williams5 years ago in Humans
The Storyteller
This is a story about an ordinary girl who loved stories, and who came to love telling them. When she was a small child, stories were a way for her to escape when her own story was less than ideal. Back then, they helped her to hold hope for her future, to dream of possibilities and a way of dreaming up exciting and incredible goals to work towards. She could be a dancer, an actress, a famous artist perhaps. The possibilities were endless. In her head she always imagined that even though things were difficult right now, there would be a happy ending to her story. There would be - she believed this with all of her heart.
By Kara Gillett5 years ago in Humans
Tiny Scissors
This is the story of how I made it out of a gloomy pit with the help of just a tiny pair of scissors. I had a disordered childhood. A lot of things were unpredictable. Some of the adults around me had unpleasant temperaments too. However, there were two things guaranteed to go down like clockwork in my home: volatile arguments and awkward secrets.
By Madcollage5 years ago in Humans
Pop-ups, Plato, and Polyhedra
“What the heck is a polyhedron?” You may be asking yourself right about now. The short answer? Three dimensional shapes such as pyramids, crystals , and geodesic domes. More specifically, they are convex 3-D figures with faces, edges, and vertices. I am ridiculously fascinated by them and even recall exactly when the “a-ha!” moment hit me.
By Ahnna Taylor5 years ago in Humans
Designing my dreams
I think I got my love of sewing and design from my grandmother, Wanda. I remember when I was a little boy I used to love to watch her sew. She had a wooden sewing table that swung open so you could hide away your machine when you weren't working. Her desk was like a Mary Poppins handbag and held everything a sewer could need. She had buttons, scissors, threads of every color, trims, everything. Usually someone in the family would ask my grandmother to hem a pair of pants for them but I especially enjoyed watching her hem or alter dresses for my sisters. I was fascinated by how she could look at a dilemma in the dress and without hesitation, pull out her measuring tape or sewing gage and get right to work fixing whatever problem the dress had. I didn't start sewing early like my grandmother. I started sewing after college when my aunt gave me her old sewing machine after she noticed I had really sparked an interest. I was not as talented as my grandmother when it came to alterations but I found I really enjoyed making something from scratch, so I grabbed some basic sewing patterns and began making. My early pieces were not the prettiest but I kept at it and a few years later I began making pieces for my first fashion show. It wasn't easy but I managed to do a full collection of gowns made all by myself in only a few short weeks. I decided to keep the color scheme black, white, & red and I was inspired by old Hollywood glamour and female stars of the silver screen. Black velvet, long white gloves, red satins and fitted silhouettes. Before the show I invited my aunt who had given me my first sewing machine and my grandmother who sparked my interest in sewing so many years before. The show was a hit and even won me Columbus fashion designer of the year. Shortly after, I was invited to present another collection and I only had a few months to create all the looks. This time I was inspired by color, athletic wear and florals. Bomber jackets with bright colors and florals, a tennis skirt with bright floral patterns and a show stopping floor length neon green vinyl skirt.
By dakota green5 years ago in Humans
Pieces of Love
“You’ve got to protect your goal!” my mother shouted at me. The young woman across from me, the one who had been thrown from a horse, had just scored again. It was her turn to stand up at the air hockey table and that seemed to be giving her an advantage. I sat awkwardly in my wheelchair trying to block the puck.
By Kerry Love5 years ago in Humans
The Power of Good Craft -- Reid Anrod for the "Create Your Happiness" Challenge
Reid Anrod // Vocal “Create Your Happiness” Essay This pair of opposing forces, I have found in the past year -- expectation rushing up from behind, and uncertainty crushing in from the front -- can be almost oppressive.
By Reid Anrod5 years ago in Humans