Ever since I was a little girl in the Pacific, I’ve always been fascinated with fabrics and making things. I love the smell of new materials, the look and the sound of sewing machines, and I especially find the art of transforming fabric to a garment to be a relaxing and a calming activity.
So yesterday, I went for my appointment with Judy, the Continuing Education Director at Moore College of Art & Design, in Philadelphia. She was very nice, asked relevant questions on my interest in the field, etc.etc. After the interview, Judy invited me to visit the school with her as she showed me some of the art, some of the classrooms and she especially wanted me to check out the “pattern design and sewing room”.
When I stepped into the room, some “type” of feeling overcame me. The sewing room, although three times the size, reminded me of the sewing room at my high school in Fiji, St Joseph’s Secondary School. Judy must have thought I was “mental” because I got all emotional and starting crying. I was truly overwhelmed by all the patterns streaming from the hangers, the fabrics, the machines and the beauty of it all, and of course, somewhat embarrassed and feeling awkward all at the same time.
In my head, I’m thinking, “Geez, Judy is definitely not accepting my application to this very awesome and prestigious art & design school because I’m such a sap. I’ll drown the students from all these tears”.
Later in the evening when I was telling Kevin and the kids the story, they started “cracking up” saying things like, “Yeah, mom, the school is not meant for you because you’ll cause a tsunami with the waterworks”.
Oh well, to my family, if I drown others in my joy, I apologize. Even though I have an undergraduate degree in business, in the back of my mind (the very far back), there’s a young Pacific girl still waiting and dreaming of designing. I think it’s time for me to unlock the dream and sign up for the class I’ve always thought about – the art of pattern making and apparel construction.
I wonder if any of you reading this blog feel overwhelmed when remembering beautiful memories or is it just an awkward moment for a Pacific woman in Philly?
Have a wonderful day in whatever part of the world you’re reading this and hoping you’ll share your stories.