Now that you know where the name of my business comes from, I wanted to tell you a little bit about why I decided to make jackets.
First of all, I developed a love of shopping from my Mom. Looking back, it was more about the fun of exploring with her and making a day of it. Okay, sometimes there were arguments during the (my) difficult “teen years”, but more often than not, it was a great time. There was nobody I enjoyed hanging out with more than her.
In addition to trips to the mall, we also enjoyed art fairs. It was always great to see how creative people could be. I think I, like my Mom, was born with a creative spirit. We always did crafts, refinished furniture and made clothes. My Mom made a lot of my clothes when I was young. We would spend hours at the fabric store looking through pattern books and finding fabrics. I loved it! The actual sewing part was a challenge for me, but I pinned the patterns, cut the fabric and anxiously waited for my Mom to start putting it all together.
After I grew up and went off on my own to work in corporate America, I had to start dressing professionally…here comes the blazer/jacket…as I often met with clients, conducted presentations, etc. I was always bored by what I found in the stores. I was always on a quest to find a unique blazer to wear but never seemed to really find what I saw in my head. If only my Mom was still here to help me create what I really wanted.
Eventually, I decided to do it myself, which is where I am now. I recently got back from my very first fabric show in New York City. I was so nervous and realized after how many things I forgot to ask, but I learned a lot, met some really nice people, and got inspired to continue my journey!
Now I’m working with an amazing pattern maker who will soon have my first sample ready. I still can’t believe how things are moving along. While I was on my way to meet with her today, feeling nervous and wondering if I had prepared enough, I looked in my rear view mirror and saw a woman driving around with an older man who looked so much like my Dad. My Dad and I used to do that all of the time! We loved to go for rides. I couldn’t help but think that somehow my Dad was trying to tell me it was all going to be OK…and it was!