For the longest time I didn't really care about what I wore. I take that back. I cared, but I didn't care enough to figure out what styles and colors looked best on me. I didn't care enough to pay attention to whether or not something fit the way it was supposed to. I especially didn't know what my style was. It was either what someone else bought/picked out for me or whatever was on sale and fit. My Dad had the joy of taking me shopping during the dreaded pre-teen and teen years so I was at the mercy of what he approved. At the time it felt so incredibly strict. All the other girls get to wear skirts above their knees, silver tube tops and brick shoes -- why can't I?? Who remembers JNCO jeans? But then he took me to the Banana Republic and JCrew outlets in Commerce, GA. This was back when they actually sent out of season clothes to outlets rather than designing a cheaper line for them. And back when you could get a good deal. The clothes were beautiful
Petite girl learning to draft patterns and build her custom wardrobe.