Dreams Suck, Obviously.
- kindoffuzzy
- Sep 30, 2014
- 3 min read
So this weekend, I got to do what I love and it was awesome. I'd like to share it with you.
I have always enjoyed clothes. The feel of them, the way they make you feel, and how they can speak for you and you don't even have to open your mouth. Clothes are amazing, I cannot wait to begin making my own for those reasons. What I love even more than clothes, is playing dress up in other people's clothes, which is why for many years I have felt styling to be my calling.
On that note, I am happy to say I got called, independantly, for my first stylist job in over a year, and it was a great success! I got a message from an old friend, we'll call him Artist, that I hadn't seen in some time. He needed a stylist, and I was his lady. When I met him it was about 3 years ago. He was a newly signed artist with a fist full of dreams that were beginning to come true. We hit it off, and have kept contact ever since. I immediately accepted the job. We met on Sunday and I began my wardrobing process.
It started in his closet, where I pulled and poked and prodded at his clothing.
Judging it as if it were his last outfit he were to ever put on. Having met him while working retail, it was a great to see pieces I had picked out for him over time still hanging there, waiting for me to pull them out again.

"Try this.", "Change that.", and "No! Well, maybe yes. Try it with this." it felt good to be in charge of something I am so passionate about again. Who doesn't love being hired for their opinion? By the afternoon, we had decided on a few looks, and that it was time to bring in something special, some newness. So, we spent the rest of the afternoon shopping.
I went to sleep that night feeling a sense of independance, confidence, and center. I love working, and it was just the boost I needed without my family suffering the consequences of me being gone. Everything was in it's right place. I awoke ready to go. Even though the morning had been less than perfect, nothing was going to stop this day from being successful. It couldn't, I would not let it.

Upon arrival, Artist was in hair and make up and I began hanging and steaming. I paused for a moment when I went to wrinkle-free my first garment. Was I nervous? Yes. I was nervous and it wasn't for the clothing. It was a good nervous, when you feel as if you're doing everything right and you don't want to mess anything up. What a wonderful feeling! I came back to reality and continued doing what I came to do.

The day went on, and it went well. Artist was happy and calm, photographer was the best, and hair was on point. Not to mention Artist was looking pretty damn great in his hand selected outfits. After a long afternoon I heard, "That's a wrap!".....ahhhhh I sighed and began packing.
I love working, I love working with good people, and most of all I love clothes. I am so grateful for the opportunity I was given to utilize skills I don't get to in my everyday life. I am looking forward to many more jobs to come, even if it is a year from now.
Happy dreaming everyone.
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