My heart knew I was a designer….
before it ever dawned on me.
At least my dolls knew.
Barbie and Skipper were my muses.
Ken was my first willing male model.
Like Cinderella, I lived in my own little world imagining elaborate stories.
Hours upon hours I created designs for whatever story or extravaganza production I invented with my dolls.
At age ten I could see clothing designs appear like sculptors envision their creations.
Even then fabrics spoke to me compelling me to translate into a creation meant for that fabric only.
A stroke to fabric and I heard music as a violinist strums her strings.
The heart knows what the heart wants.