Crushed Dreams

To become the ultimate fashion designer, you need to know how to sew, right? Yes, yes you do. But on the other hand, it also helps to have a vivid imagination, so you can come up with ideas on what to sew.
Sometimes I wonder if my dreams of becoming a FD are crushed because I can't sew, or because I'm just not trying hard enough. Probably the latter, knowing myself. I give up too easy, like the time I fought with my sister for her blonde barbie doll. I should have kept fighting to get what I wanted, instead of being a wimp and giving up early.
But is courage and a long attention span really all you need? Perhaps. But also,  just knowing how to use a sewing machine doesn't mean anything. It doesn't mean you're guaranteed a spot on Project Runway or an automatic in to the fashion world.
But you know, if that's indeed true, then why do I want to learn how to sew so badly?

Can you say "ridiculous?"

Okay, so I know that "High Fashion" is, in other words, very pricey clothing. But, to me, it doesn't make much sense. I mean, fashion shows are great and all, but, when it all comes down to it, would you really wear it?
I mean, seriously, the Elizabethan Era collars, high-heeled boots made entirely of fur, and feathers galore! Can you really get any more dramatic?
So the other day, I was watching America's Next Top Model, and one of the girls on it, Leslie, was put into the most ridiculous costume ever. I'm pretty sure the contest this time around was related to Mardi Gras-something, that, while you can go as wild and crazy as you can possibly afford, shouldn't be too wild and crazy.
Poor thing! She looked like she was suffocating in that ensemble. I can't imagine how she was able to breathe in that monstrosity, let alone walk in it. And, even though I'm really great at walking in high-heels, how the heck did she do it?! I mean, that was amazing, but, on top of it, she actually won that specific contest! If I were her mother, you can bet I'd be darn...Well, not proud, exactly, but jealous!