I vividly remember how fashion design sketching saved me from my boring classes. I confess that I am one of those who doodle their way to pass time, when teachers just do not sound very interesting. Even at that time I had such short attention span, and to think that my television exposure was not that much. And as opposed to brown nosers around me back then, I am kept to myself, doing my own business, still I managed to ace in my classes, whenever I want, that is. I am not your geeky type of student, but back then I already knew what I wanted. And doing artsy things like these do not really count as one of those feasible careers so I went to business school.
I always had my eyes on pretty things. Even at a young age, I was keen on what’s nice to look at what makes them sore. It was pretty evident, the moment I stepped out of my family of origin’s abode and stepped into my new home as a married woman, the old house started to lack taste. In fact, the very first Christmas I was out of the house was the first Christmas that they did not get the tree up. Meanwhile, as the hubby and I got settled, I indulged myself in what I love to do – not fashion design exactly, but home design. I literally turned an old shack into a cozy home.