Thoughts, Musings, & other Delights
Behind the Seams
With a professional background spanning well over a decade in the vintage clothing trade, followed by six years dedicated to curating contemporary apparel from various brands for Adored Vintage, I have traversed the extensive spectrum that delineates finely crafted attire from its less distinguished counterparts. This journey extends beyond the realm of aesthetics, delving into the quintessential attributes that distinguish a high-quality garment. There are and should be distinct price points for the differences. My mission is to share the knowledge I have garnered, with the explicit aim of enlightening...
Los Angeles, July
I visited Los Angeles for the second time this year, and perhaps this will not be the last. It proved to be a most fruitful visit and as I continue to take small steps towards discovering more of who Atelette is and what makes her, well Her. I am also gaining more and more confidence in myself. For quite a while I have felt like an imposter. Well, a certain part of me still feels this way, and perhaps that will never truly go away. But after this trip, I feel it in...
A Deep Feeling Thing
The dream isn't grand, neither is the desire. Rather to create something that gives this chapter of my life meaning. Something to look back on, when I am older, or old, I suppose. Sitting on my porch, overlooking gentle rolling hills. Or perhaps it's a lake. Or a meadow. Or the sea. Or fields of lavender in Provence. Something to look back on. With a small content smile. "I did that once." That all these little things add to my makeup of my being. I do not want to be...
Ètude pour le Rêve
Study for the dream. These past few weeks I have been diving deep into unknown knowledge territory. Studying and learning more about the process of crafting and creating garments from the ground up. It has been a huge feat that I know I don't give myself enough credit for, so I suppose I am taking this moment to show myself a bit of kindness. "You're doing good kid." I do feel something like pride with how much focus and attention I have been able to devote to this and still...
Vashon Island, February
The past few days we spent on Vashon Island, a quick ferry ride away from Tacoma (or Seattle) and I was instantly smitten. I had always wanted to visit because I felt like this charming island in the Puget sound would be the perfect backdrop for the newest chapter of floral printed dresses. We rented a charming little farmhouse near the center of the island that was intentionally minimally decorated with antique finds. That afternoon we spent driving around the island and exploring possible locations for future photoshoots. It was frigid,...
Speak it into being
Maybe if I speak it into being, This thing, This amorphous thing. Like trying to grasp fog. I see walls, And light, soft, natural, And shadows too, Since one cannot exist without the other. And this desire to create, to show, to share. What these two hands are capable of, When heart and mind are at play. These things take time. And I know, once the path is lit, I'll thread easily down that road, But for now the map feels too bare. Everything feels too forced. Feels lacking.