Being Unique is not for the faint of heart

One thing that keeps coming up in my life is "unique"

If you have ever seen me in person, you will quickly learn that I am apologetically me. I know what I like, I know who I am, and quite frankly, I'm not all that concerned whether you approve or not. 

I love working with girls in my muggle life. Especially in an environment that encourages me to be who I am. Every day that I am there, it is more and more clear that girls are not told enough that it is okay to be who they are. And it is no wonder when we live in an environment where we work so hard to "fit in". If we are trying to fit in, how can we stand out?

Now, being unique is not easy. People say all of the time that you shouldn't care what people think, but the fact is, we are trained to be very concerned with what people think, so straying away from that can be a scary thing. People will talk about you. Some will love you, some will hate you, what you have to remember is, do these people really mean anything to you? If not, then why do you care what they think?

My tribe doesn't always agree with what I'm wearing, doing, or how I'm expressing myself, but they support me doing it 100%. Having that support system in place helps me to be fearless in my uniqueness. 

Not only in my muggle world, but in my everyday life of corsets, cosplay, and steampunk, I strive to encourage everyone to express themselves the way they imagine. Let me help you do you. If that means I'm going to get the odd look or three or fifty, I'm okay with that. 

New Year's Resolutions....I don't do those.

I've never been one to do the whole "New Year's Resolution" thing. It just never really struck me as something that really made sense. If you want to change something in your life, why at the new year? Why not in that moment?

I have read that starting (or breaking) a habit is easier to do at the beginning of the month because it takes 30 days for a habit to form. But statistically, New Year's Resolutions are broken before Spring.

Now I do reflect on the year past, and this year there is a lot of reflecting to do! I was in a very dark place at this point last year. On Dec. 5th 2015 my van was totaled in a hit and skip accident. There was some debate over who the driver was, the drunk guy with no licence, or the distraught girl with no licence. At any rate, it was an ugly ordeal, and it took the great kindness of friends, loyal customers, and a bit of burly magic for me to recover. And today I can say that I finally feel as if I am making some ground with getting back to where I was before the accident.

This year was full of busting tail and figuring things out. With the blessing of a new (to me) PT Cruiser there's been a bit of a learning curve on how to be able to work a show, and more importantly how to work an outdoor show! There is a huge difference between the mini van and the cruiser, but she's a good little car, and she has great potential.

While I've come a long way from where I was a year ago, I'm still a leap away from where I want to be. This year will be another year of shaking my tail feathers to make every step forward that I possibly can. I see my dreams, I set my goals, and I'll get there.

In the mean time, I'll keep chugging, and I'll call on all of you to share my work with everyone you know. Share/Retweet/Post when you see something you love. Share my cards when some one is looking for a seamstress. Follow my blogs/Facebook page and group and other social media. And comment where you feel called to. And if you have a fancy for something fancy, remember me. ;)

Fine Tuning a Craft

I have been very fortunate in my life to be able to do something that I love. I won't pretend that it has been easy, it has required some hard work, late nights, and doing things when I didn't "feel like it" but all of that has given me opportunity to build on my skill. 

I love corsetry and costume design. In watching Project Runway I almost fell into a bit of that snobbish attitude that costume design is not "as good" as fashion, but that was rather silly. If you have a passion for something, and a desire to be better at it, be the best and others will appreciate your work. You can't help but admire something when you can see the passion and drive that was set behind it. 

If you know much about me you know that I've had to learn my trade mostly through my own playing about. We live in a marvelous age where you can find almost anything online, and I do not take that for granted. Learning to sew and even design with out the aid of a mother, grandmother, aunt, teacher, or master is not as difficult now as it once was, but it does still take a desire to seek the knowledge out. 

There have been times in my life when my head was in a dark space. When my confidence was on a foundation of sand and I feared sinking. I've torn myself to bits as I "un-stitched" pieces or re-cut things. I've cried and berated myself for not being able to figure things out when working on a piece. I've learned to smile and show gratitude when taking a compliment rather than pointing out the flaws that I see in my work. 

You may wonder where all of this sappy reflection comes from. I'm not usually so sentimental. But as I am currently working on one of the largest commissions that I have ever faced, and am concurring challenges with it in a much shorter time span than I would like, I realize that I'm very lucky to even be able to be doing this at all. I'm ever so thankful for the men and women who have taken me under. I have brilliant mentors when it comes to business, and I've had people willing to share their knowledge with me, or bought me books, or handed me some fabric and an idea and let me play. 

I'm still very young as a business, and I still have a great many obstacles  ahead of me, but as I improve my craft and situation, I have to be grateful for those challenges. When we stop being challenged, we stop improving.  

Take a leap, but be prepared to fall.

I've been sewing costumes for almost 20 years. Hard to imagine it being that long with me only 33, but it's true. From the first time I took some sheets and curtains that were in the yard sale bin and turned them into a dress fit for Queen Cleopatra, it was obvious that I not only had a passion for it, but a talent. But then, my mother has always said that I have too many talents. In fact, when it came time for career counselors to help me choose my path, they told me the same thing. It sounds rather boastful, but it was rather frustrating at the time. There I was searching for direction, and no one could even point a way out. We tell kids all of the time "you can be anything you want to be" and for me this was true, and I had all of the career assessment tests to back it up. But I had no idea what I really wanted to be.

I went through the usual ideas, teacher, music teacher, I had an idea of being a one stop wedding shop, then I thought about getting a bridal consultant certificate, but nothing really stuck. In 2002 I got married, 6 months later I had a nervous breakdown that left me with such anxiety that I couldn't leave the house on my own. I still have issues with anxiety that stem from that breakdown, but that moment left me immobile. We had no children, so I took up my sewing machine again. I spent my days experimenting and playing with it, mostly on Renaissance clothing for me and my then husband.

Slowly I made my way back into the world, and it was through a friend of my then husband's that I found a shop that sold costumes. I was self taught, and had a lot to learn, but the owner saw a talent and a passion in me, the rest he and his other batch of costumers could teach.

The sample I brought to the shop owner

It was there that I learned I could make money with it, but I didn't believe it was enough. I didn't believe it could ever be enough, so I continued to work up the ladder at the fast food place I was working part time at when I found this shop.

I did work my way up to assistant manager, and I was proud of that, but I still wanted to create costumes. The shop dissolved after a few years, the city it was in just wasn't ready for it, and I continued to work hard at the restaurant job, and sew on the side.

It didn't take long for me to loose the pride in my assistant manager position, and I began to resent it, then hate it. By 2012 I was waking up with the desire to drink before work, and at some moments I was even suicidal. I wanted something that would fill me with joy again, something I was passionate about, but I was told that this is what life is. You wake up, you go to work, you pay your bills, you do it again. You don't have to like what you do, some people are lucky to have that, but as long as you have a job with great money and benefits, you do what you do. In September of 2014 I couldn't stand it anymore. The job was eating my soul, and if I didn't do something I would either end up in a mental ward, or dead. I came home from work one night and sent off my notice.

I did take another job temporarily. When I started I thought it was perfect. I was working M-F 9-5:30, pay was good for entry level and I had good benefits. I even imagined myself working my way up in the company. But after 6 months I was so bored with it that the dark thoughts crept in again. So in March of 2015 I decided to use the 401k money from my assistant manager job and go out on my own. I would make my business work. I would take that leap and follow my dream and passion.

I'm going to tell you those first few months were great. I found street fairs to participate in, I expanded my inventory, I created some new items, I bought new marketing, I felt like I was on top of the world. Then my savings started to dwindle. You see I had it in my head that I would start making enough to support myself with in those first 3 months. Surly by 6 months I would be self sufficient, and I had enough money to keep my bills met until then. When it didn't happen by July, I started to get scared.

Not only was I scared, I felt like I had failed. There was no getting around it, I had to keep my apartment and electric, and since most of my business is done online, internet. I needed the van to get to gigs and clients, but I wasn't bringing in enough money to support that. I had to take a job, but I needed something that would support both my business schedule and my school schedule.

It was hard to find it. My credit cards were all maxed out, my savings nonexistent, and I even took out a loan (that I had no idea how I would ever pay back) just to keep my nose above water. But I found a job that was a good fit. Retail, but with a company who had a really good message, and at least seemed to care about their people. And best of all, they would work with my schedule and their busy time was my slow time anyway! It felt perfect and my spirits began to rise again...Then came the accident.

In December 2015, just as I thought I was going to get all of my bills caught up and everything right again, I was hit by another car. What made it worse was that it happened coming home from a Cin City Burlesque show, and they fled the scene. I felt like my whole world came down around me. My van was gone, I had to keep in a rental just to keep what income I had coming, I was getting something from the gofundme page, but just enough to keep me in my rental. I started to worry if I had made the right decision in leaving my fast food job...not that it really made a difference at this point.

I did end up with a vehicle in January. It's too small to do the outdoor fairs I had been doing, but I can get enough in to do some indoor shows...when I can get the money together to pay the fees for them...And over all, even though I am struggling just to fill my basic needs, and worry every month on if this is the month I can't make my rent, I'm happier than I have been in a long time.

I got to do my first runway this year, and I poured my heart and soul into my small section of it. And you know what? My designs stopped traffic...literally. I've gotten some international attention from it, and it's all very fulfilling. I'm still struggling, still bobbing my nose just above water, but I'm paddling like hell. 

You see, you hear it all of the time, fallow your passion, do what you love, be what you want to be. And it all sounds so lovely and magical. And you can do it, you can take a leap of faith and dive into it, but what no one tells you is that it is going to be hard. 

We all know some one who is living the life we would like. For me, I'm lucky enough for two of these people to be mentors. But when I sought them out, I didn't know their past. All that I saw was two successful business women living the life that they loved. Able to take trips, plan vacations, go on shopping sprees, pay their bills on time and have a hefty savings and great credit. Seriously, they have it all! And I thought that would be me, with just 6 months of work. What I didn't see was their struggles. I didn't know the years of work behind just getting the ground footing. I didn't see the months of street performances to make enough to eat for a few days. I didn't see the years of training, practicing, networking, and struggle. I thought it just happened. 

I'm still waiting for the big break that opens my wings and lets me soar. I'm struggling, but I'm pushing, and I will thrive. Follow your dreams, do what you're passionate about, but know that's not an easy road. People will laugh at you, they will tell you that you're stupid, to get a real job, but stay true. Keep pushing. I know one day it will happen. And when it does, I'll tell you all about it. 

Photo set above from Drauma 2016 in Columbus Ohio. Theme given to our team (Discord Threads) was The Labyrinth using David Bowie as main inspiration.

A little Drauma, and a little Fund

So for the past few months I've been a little remiss on my blog. I had really high hopes of posting regularly. Then it happened. I was asked to be a part of a team for Drauma. For those of you who do not know what this is, it is this HUGE fashion show/art show/performance thing-a-mabob in Columbus, Ohio. They gather loads of local make up artists, fashion designers, graphic artists, performance artists, DJs, stylists, pretty much anyone who is involved in any sort of artistic field, and they throw them all together, give them a theme and see what happens. This year the theme is a tribute to David Bowie, my team has The Labyrinth.

Of course my team dubbed me to complete the ballroom scene. Kinda my thing. But I've also been in collaboration with another artist to do up some steampunk goblins.

So there's my Drauma. My sewing machine has been a buzzing trying to complete everything on time.

Now the second half of this blog involves a little thing that I found called the FedEx Small Business Grant Contest. 

You can check out my profile here.

Voting goes until June 17th, and you can vote once every 24 hours. The most votes is one of the things they take into consideration when they go to choose the top 100 finalists. 

Now when you only have 500 characters and 90 seconds to tell the world who you are, what you do, and how this grant would impact you, you miss some details. But all you followers and regular readers know a bit more about what this company means to me, how I've utilized a small amount of money to help launch my first wave, and what I could do with up to $25000. 

So help a wench out! And look for me on the runway in Columbus May 26,2016 for Drauma!

Sewing with Vinyl

Some quick tips from me on making sewing with vinyl a bit easier.

Reflections before Dawn

For some reason my body has decided that 5:45 is the time to wake up this week. This morning I woke up thinking about the past year.

It has been almost exactly a year since I decided to give up the day job and focus on my business. 6 months before that I had left a job that was making me miserable but paid really well. In August my savings was completely depleted and I had to go back to having a day job. This was a really hard transition for me. I felt like a complete failure. It took a few months to realize that the expectations I had set, weren't really how I felt, but how I felt other people viewed what my expectations should be.

It took a couple of months, but I found a day job that not only fit with my schedule, but also has a very positive message that aligns with my own values. I love this job, everything about it. And it wasn't long before I felt like it was meant to be, and I belonged there.

In December I had another set back when my van was hit by another car. I had only just gotten over the last mental setback when this took every dollar I had left, and then some. It was a long month, and in many ways this took longer for me to get over. I felt violated, like my dream was stolen from me, like I had no choice in it, rather than it a result of my actions. It was a very dark time.

I don't know how I would have come out of that with out the support of my tribe and my mentors, and even at times complete strangers. I think it happening so quickly after just coming to terms with the previous "set back" and it being something that was not my fault, but felt like I was being punished was hard, even over whelming. But I made it through. I have a smaller cart now, so my business plan for the summer has changed greatly, but I've been able to continue doing what I love to do.

The point of all of this is that my expectations were unrealistic, and not even my expectations. I had in my head that if I did anything that wasn't related to my business, that I wasn't really devoted to my business. That's just bull shit. It really is a ridiculous notion that you are not a "true" artist (or what ever) if you do not live off nothing but what your art brings in. Am I willing to starve for my work, absolutely, but I'd really rather not if I can help it. It's hard to run a sewing machine from a cardboard house.

Running a business is hard. It takes a good while before you can expect to be in the positive, let alone live solely off of it. I have to work a little harder to balance my business, the day job, and going to school, but it just means that I appreciate the results that much more. Sometimes life doesn't go to plan, so you have to draft a new one.