Can't Deal: Laure De Sagazan

Can we just hold hands for a second, close our eyes and picture ourselves getting married in these dresses really quickly? Because I found myself on Laure De Sagazan's website the other day and I've been thinking about her beautiful creations ever since. No. Really. Ever since.

The simplicity, the detail, the lace. Like butta'. This is the stuff that wedding dress dreams are made of.  

Fear Tactics

Yesterday afternoon, I sat with Susie in our Apparel 3 class holding our bodies very still. 

We sat there and listened very carefully to the near whispered and, heavily accented words, coming out of our English born fashion professor's perfectly painted red lips. Her hair is short and straight in an almost fashion homage to the military. Her skin is fair and after years of a probably intense daily skin regime, just starting to wrinkle. Her glasses are well trained against the bridge of her nose, not daring to make a move down her nose in fear of a strident push back up to their spot. They don't move. They know their place.  

She told us about the course work load. She told us late work was never tolerated. She told the boy in the first row to stop smacking his gum. 

I sat there listening to her every word-- the way she said papier-mâché with a french accent and how she laughed along with the TA when she told us that this class was going to be fun-- and I waited to be intimidated by her demeanor, but instead, all I could think of was what her favorite ice cream flavor was. Or maybe she hates ice cream. And I thought about how she mentioned that factory production was the only way we were going to learn because it was the only way she had experience with. So, I tried to picture her as a factory worker. And I tried to picture her as a fashion student. 

And right when I was trying to figure out whether she is a cat person or not, she paused, quickly scanned the room and said 'Well, if you're done with me, then I'm done with you. I'll see you on Thursday.' packed up her folder and class was over.

I'm so pumped. 

Winter Quarter

And so it begins. Another year another quarter. Another day another dollar. Let's kick things off this year with a little History of Fashion in the A.M. and some Computer Aided Design tonight.

Let's face this head on, shall we? I'm nervous about this quarter. I am hoping hoping hoping that that seven week break I'm coming fresh out of was enough to re-charge morale and the spirit of learning in me, but I can only be sure about that after a few weeks of testing the waters.

The work load of the next 10 weeks is currently a mystery. And I hate mystery. Am I going to be pulling all nighters and living on bowls of rice because the mere thought of standing up and cooking exhausts me? Or will I be basking in the beauty of an open schedule and throwing out blasphemous sentences like "I'm bored" or something as ludicrous as "I wish I had homework"? I don't know. This remains to be seen. And I hate that.

But Savannah is beautiful this morning. And I'm eating an hot egg with toast for breakfast. And my friends are here.

2012: Le Photos

I meant to blog these a few days ago. It didn't happen. Now we're sooo far into 2013 (I mean, it's basically over by now) and I'm going to take it back to 2012-- just for this post-- to highlight some of my favorite moments all communicated through Instagram. I'm not even going to attempt to explain all these. We really would be here until 2014. It's scary how much each of these pictures means to me.But now that I think about it, in order to promote some healthy reader participation, I would be willing to answer any questions you may have about one specific picture. I mean... like... only if you want to. It's, like, totally your call. I don't really care what you do. Just kidding. You know that's not true. I care a lot. Too much. Ok, please? Please comment? You know how much it means to me. Don't make me beg. Let's chat. Go. Look. Ask. Enjoy. (PS- I am so embarrassed about the formatting issues. Guys. I can't figure out what is going wrong here. Something is weird. Whatever. I don't want to talk about.) 

two things:

1. I need to journal more. I have a lot of thoughts, ya know? 

2. I am officially in Savannah typing these very words on my computer at my desk in my room with my music playing. My thick handful of yellow mechanical pencils are relaxed in the blue can just like I left them. My room smells kind of musty and woody like an old house that holds a lot of memories. There's a dried ring of water on my desk marking the exact spot where my hand naturally places a sweaty glass of ice water. 

I can't wait to see what happens next.  

2013

Let's talk resolutions. You got any? Lose weight? Save your pennies? Get over a fear? Well, I've got some. I doubt you're very surprised. I'm kind of a fan of making goals. Now that I think about it... are goals the same as resolutions? I feel like there is a difference. I guess my resolutions are more goal-ish than resolution-y. 

On the menu for 2013: 

• Learn a language or two. I think I might start with German. 
• Get an internship that I'm proud of. 
• Become involved in a college church group.
• Write more letters. I'm talking real, honest to goodness, snail mail, baby. 
• Do more yoga. Lululemon donations welcome. 
• Reduce. Gluten. Intake.
• Reduce. Sarcasm. Output. 
• Go on a date. A real one. Any secret admirers, it's time for you to come out of hiding, got it? 
• Go to bed earlier. Wake up earlier.
• Bake more bread. Disregard previous gluten free statement. I'm over it. 
• Take more risks.
• Take more walks.
• Perfect my website.
• Be kinder. 

Ok. I think that's it. Let's see what I can pull off this year, yeah? What are you working on?

5

Way way way excited to see these five lads. Can't wait for Thursday and then Saturday. 

Life is just a lot of fun with them.