When I was about 5 or 6 years old, I loved paging through the big fashion magazines, I adored how the beautiful women looked in all those pretty dresses. I think I asked mom who where these women and why were they in the magazines and she said they were models. Thus I thought that being a model meant - looking beautiful, having loads of pretty clothes and having nice pictures. So I thought, it would be nice to be a model when I grew up.
Only when the misunderstanding was cleared up, that those clothes were not their own and that they only put them on JUST to take those pictures and that that was the whole of that job that I was no longer interested.. no, I thought to my self, that is fake (I felt genuine distaste for anything fake as a kid, still do, to be fair), I don't want fake, I want to actually have loads of beautiful dresses, look pretty and have nice pictures..
So in that sense posting this is closer to my childhood dream than if I had actually become a model.. and even more TRUE and REAL than that because this is MY dress not just by mere possession.. ^^
Thank you for the beautiful comment.
I'm not quite used to my posts being flooded with comments like this. :) (blush)
~Josie~
Awwww, I relate to this childhood memory also, dear Josie - thank you for sharing that! Yes, I had such a radar when I was very small - just as I do now!- for fakery and falsity, and there is SUCH magic in our stitching together our own wardrobe, instead of having it mass-produced by machines and folks in servitude. If we spend a lifetime honing our craft, imagine how incredible our clothing will be in our gorgeous elder years!! 🥳🥂🌟🤗🌺 Enjoy your popularity and comments, they are well deserved!