Monday, September 20, 2010
Unclouding
There is always something nostalgic about reading testimonials from alumni students on the fashion institute I attended. Students dating back to the graduating class of early 80s and how that summer in Paris changed their careers, if not life. Then there are the latest graduating class all hyped up and excited about how living and studying fashion in Paris had opened the doors for them.
I was once there. The European summer of 2004. It wasn't too long ago or was it?
Often, I wonder where this 30ish years of my life have taken me, especially in the last decade. My life experience and misadventures have re-invented my personas a few times over. From a struggle to a high and now back to earth- I have been that struggling student, living abroad, to that ever so popular social queen to that up and coming corpoate flyer to that emotional wreck to an at peace, ambition-less housewife to where I am today.
Back on earth, I am. And quite penniless.
But Paris- it still holds my imagination. I still feel the tingles and excitement at the thought of fashion designing and Paris.
Perhaps one must have something to dream and look to in the future when life seems rather uninspiring and bleak at the moment, no?
So each night, I study the textbooks and design books and the fashion business books I have amassed as a before bedtime education session. Sometimes, I joint down notes to be used for that business plan that will eventuate at some points in my life.
There is something to look forward to, something to remind me that I am still me- dreamy P who still dares to dream and that there is still much more on the to do list before I die waiting to come to fruition and ticked off before she dies...
There is always something nostalgic about reading testimonials from alumni students on the fashion institute I attended. Students dating back to the graduating class of early 80s and how that summer in Paris changed their careers, if not life. Then there are the latest graduating class all hyped up and excited about how living and studying fashion in Paris had opened the doors for them.
I was once there. The European summer of 2004. It wasn't too long ago or was it?
Often, I wonder where this 30ish years of my life have taken me, especially in the last decade. My life experience and misadventures have re-invented my personas a few times over. From a struggle to a high and now back to earth- I have been that struggling student, living abroad, to that ever so popular social queen to that up and coming corpoate flyer to that emotional wreck to an at peace, ambition-less housewife to where I am today.
Back on earth, I am. And quite penniless.
But Paris- it still holds my imagination. I still feel the tingles and excitement at the thought of fashion designing and Paris.
Perhaps one must have something to dream and look to in the future when life seems rather uninspiring and bleak at the moment, no?
So each night, I study the textbooks and design books and the fashion business books I have amassed as a before bedtime education session. Sometimes, I joint down notes to be used for that business plan that will eventuate at some points in my life.
There is something to look forward to, something to remind me that I am still me- dreamy P who still dares to dream and that there is still much more on the to do list before I die waiting to come to fruition and ticked off before she dies...
