Sunday, December 5, 2010
So I have been working really hard creating a internet presence. PLEASE check me out on Facebook~Rachel Elizabeth Styling
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
New Shoots
It has been a while. Here are a few highlights of recent shoots I have styled.
Vintage Shoot:
Models:Sarah Michelle and Alex Valenzuela
Hair and Makeup: Luis Solis and Grace Grimes
Photog: Bill Christ
Assistant Stylist: Terressa Dotson
Menswear Shoot:
Model: Alex Lasheen
Photog: Elle
Couture By Lola:
Models: Bernina, Shantia, Elizabeth, and Tamerline
Vintage Shoot:
Models:Sarah Michelle and Alex Valenzuela
Hair and Makeup: Luis Solis and Grace Grimes
Photog: Bill Christ
Assistant Stylist: Terressa Dotson
Menswear Shoot:
Model: Alex Lasheen
Photog: Elle
Couture By Lola:
Models: Bernina, Shantia, Elizabeth, and Tamerline
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
NEW ADVENTURES!!
So much has been happening to me lately.
A couple months ago, I was waiting line for the grand opening of H&M with my friends Glora, Samantha and Candice. Somehow we got on the topic of styling and how much fun the fashion industry is and my beautiful friend Samantha goes "OH I have a friend who is a photographer, you should meet him". Well that's what I did, and everything has changed! THANKS SAM!!
So Erick and I have been working together a month and I have already had amazing photoshoot experiences! My first shoot was with his friend Crissa, it was so much fun shopping for a photoshoot. My second shoot was the first with Erick, and we managed to land a possible deal with Twirl Boutique to do their ad campaign!!
So here are a couple images that we produced with the amazing models and stellar hair and makeup artists, and wonderful gown designer Paul Hazlett :)
Enjoy
Monday, July 12, 2010
FLARIDA!!!
Yes Flarida! Our recent trip to, as Bin puts it "The Most Southern Yankee State", was wonderful. It was so great to see family. Bin was like a kid with his brothers, it was so cute but also made me feel bad that we live so far away. It was great to see is sisters and the babies and the parents and the aunts and uncles and Grandparents. We had the privelege to go to Epcot (my first time) Magic Kingdom and Blizzard Beach. It was Bin's dad's first time in 30 years back.. He was kicked out and had his face plastered in security of Magic Kingdom for a while due to his non Disney actions (SHAKING MY HEAD AT ROY!!) It was so great to see the kid's faces light up when they got to meet Minnie and Mickey and the Disney Princesses. It was also so great that we got RAINED on for most of our visit. It was also a great time to get to know each other on a non stressful and fun level. Disney is the happiest place after all.
And Sunday we spent the day with Roy's mom and his siblings. What a day! We attended church across the street from the BEAUTIFUL Orlando temple with Sarah and Dan and then drove to the coast to spend the afternoon with the rest of the Tolman siblings. I LOVE them all!
All and all it was great to be with Bin's family and I definately think our relationship is going the way it should..... FINALLY
Brand Loyalty
Today we are going to discuss the importance of Brand Loyalty :)
In school we are taught OFTEN about the importance of building your brand and making sure you have loyal fan of your brand. Well over the past few weeks that topic has been in the front of my mind.
Don't laugh, it is VERY important! And sometimes it is best to say loyal to your regular brands.
We went to Florida for a few days a week agoish. In our trip this lesson of brand loyalty was confirmed, yes I learn while doing hands on things. Here is what happened...
Brand Loyalty Case Study 1:
So when we go to Florida, we tend to rent cars from Enterprise, I LOVE their logo and I love the discount that we receive by using a code that a high school friend of mine gave us. We have gone a few times and are very happy with the service and the price and the car, the even give us free upgrades occasionally (Orlando is their biggest location so they have a TON of cars, so always ask for the upgrade, but only at the non airport location FYI). The boys run all over the place to help us and are super friendly I HEART ENTERPRISE!!
WELL BIN (not me AT ALL) decided that it was "dishonest" using a code that wasn't ours, so he insisted on using one from his job. Okay I can deal with that, as long as it's my love Enterprise or my mistress Hertz (also stellar service providers). Well the best deal he found was with Alamo. RED FLAG NEW BRAND!! Well the deal was AWESOME! $240 for a mid size for 6 days which included insurance and tax! I was willing to give the new brand a try. Well when we got there we tried to enter in our code at the kiosk and what do you know our reservation got cancelled some how. REALLY long story short, after talking to several people we were "SO LUCKY" to be able to reserve a COMPACT, for are you ready $465 NOT including TAXES!!! JERKS!!! SO I will never go outside of my loyalties to Enterprise and Hertz AGAIN
Case Study 2:
I LOVE SOUTHWEST!! Not just because my wonderful brother in law is employed by them, but because their seats are so comfy! No that's not the ONLY reason, the flight crew is so fun and almost always love their job, FREE luggage check in, and SNACKS!!! WELL this time we didn't fly on Southwest (again NOT my doing!) We flew with US Airways or whatever. So we go to check in the line was INTENSE!! There was a poor Indian man and his mother who were waiting in lines for 2 hours!! The check in people were so unhelpful to him AND to everyone else! Obviously understaffed (some guy left without his boarding pass OOPS) and obviously CRANKY! It cost us $50 to check in our bag, $100 on the way back! NO snacks were given and when I questioned the flight crew they got SNIPPY!! AND the way back NO snacks were even offered!! WHAT THE HECK it's a LONG flight to not have munchies :(
I'm sure both companies are okay, and None of my loyalties are sponsored, although they probably should dang it!
AND finally the BEST BRAND AWARD is given to DISNEY!!! Every one knows the amazing mouse ears, they are like the golden arches of McDonald's. My baby nieces and nephews KNEW what Cinderella's castle was and my little 4 year old one Gabby was VERY serious when she informed me of Cinderella AND Minnie Mouse. EXCELLENT JOB WALT EXCELLENT JOB!!
That concludes our lesson for today :) Be loyal to your brands, your don't get screwed when you do :)
In school we are taught OFTEN about the importance of building your brand and making sure you have loyal fan of your brand. Well over the past few weeks that topic has been in the front of my mind.
Don't laugh, it is VERY important! And sometimes it is best to say loyal to your regular brands.
We went to Florida for a few days a week agoish. In our trip this lesson of brand loyalty was confirmed, yes I learn while doing hands on things. Here is what happened...
Brand Loyalty Case Study 1:
So when we go to Florida, we tend to rent cars from Enterprise, I LOVE their logo and I love the discount that we receive by using a code that a high school friend of mine gave us. We have gone a few times and are very happy with the service and the price and the car, the even give us free upgrades occasionally (Orlando is their biggest location so they have a TON of cars, so always ask for the upgrade, but only at the non airport location FYI). The boys run all over the place to help us and are super friendly I HEART ENTERPRISE!!
WELL BIN (not me AT ALL) decided that it was "dishonest" using a code that wasn't ours, so he insisted on using one from his job. Okay I can deal with that, as long as it's my love Enterprise or my mistress Hertz (also stellar service providers). Well the best deal he found was with Alamo. RED FLAG NEW BRAND!! Well the deal was AWESOME! $240 for a mid size for 6 days which included insurance and tax! I was willing to give the new brand a try. Well when we got there we tried to enter in our code at the kiosk and what do you know our reservation got cancelled some how. REALLY long story short, after talking to several people we were "SO LUCKY" to be able to reserve a COMPACT, for are you ready $465 NOT including TAXES!!! JERKS!!! SO I will never go outside of my loyalties to Enterprise and Hertz AGAIN
Case Study 2:
I LOVE SOUTHWEST!! Not just because my wonderful brother in law is employed by them, but because their seats are so comfy! No that's not the ONLY reason, the flight crew is so fun and almost always love their job, FREE luggage check in, and SNACKS!!! WELL this time we didn't fly on Southwest (again NOT my doing!) We flew with US Airways or whatever. So we go to check in the line was INTENSE!! There was a poor Indian man and his mother who were waiting in lines for 2 hours!! The check in people were so unhelpful to him AND to everyone else! Obviously understaffed (some guy left without his boarding pass OOPS) and obviously CRANKY! It cost us $50 to check in our bag, $100 on the way back! NO snacks were given and when I questioned the flight crew they got SNIPPY!! AND the way back NO snacks were even offered!! WHAT THE HECK it's a LONG flight to not have munchies :(
I'm sure both companies are okay, and None of my loyalties are sponsored, although they probably should dang it!
AND finally the BEST BRAND AWARD is given to DISNEY!!! Every one knows the amazing mouse ears, they are like the golden arches of McDonald's. My baby nieces and nephews KNEW what Cinderella's castle was and my little 4 year old one Gabby was VERY serious when she informed me of Cinderella AND Minnie Mouse. EXCELLENT JOB WALT EXCELLENT JOB!!
That concludes our lesson for today :) Be loyal to your brands, your don't get screwed when you do :)
Monday, May 3, 2010
My stories
My creative writing stories :) I hope you enjoy.
My Story
My story is complex. Being born and growing up in a small town, anxious for more. Moving from city to city, Las Vegas and Salt Lake City became stopping off points. Learning and deciding were what I take from those experiences. New York City was where I lived, fell in love, and found passion, passion for life, passion for family, passion for a career, and passion for love. Phoenix was smoldering. Love was rekindled, friendships were lost and appreciation was learned. Idaho was frigid. Family and friends were reconnected, but so were the fights. New Jersey was where I became me. Love went as the waves did; constantly coming and going. I thought he was the one, but he wasn’t, I thought he was the other one, but he wasn’t either. Friends became family, putting my broken heart back together with laughter, late night ice cream trips and weekend holidays. Families became lifetime friends. The waves stopped, and I met the one, my heart stopped and joined his. Together we live, together we love, and together we are complex.
My dad’s story is troubled. Always struggling to find his way, always trying to be what he wanted, but what his parents wanted him to be. Third of nine made him always feel left out. The only man in a house of women set him as far away as ever, even animals were women. He always looked for love, and acceptance. He had it all along but never knew it.
One person’s story begins with love and another’s begins with sorrow and pain. Everyone’s story contain moments of pure joy, moments of complete anger, moments of tears and moments of bright smiles. Stories are very different, but also, at the core, the same.
Your story is cloudy, cloudy in your eyes. You never see how good things are. You never see how much you are loved. You put the blame on others. You push friends aside. You never realize that you are worth so much more; you are worth immeasurable love, worthy of laughter, and of all things possible and even those that aren’t.
My mom’s story is filled with ups and downs. She started her life in middle of nowhere Utah. The youngest of four and the sparkle in her father eyes. She grew up in California, still the sparkle in her father’s eyes, but also a strong, but scared young woman. Moving all over the massive state from the end to end, she was forced to make friends, but then lose friends a year later. Finally settling down to racial fights, outdoor school, and her first love, her life didn’t stand still. Her marriage to her soldier brought her from the warm beaches to the blistering cold mountains. Together they had love, they had laughter and they had babies. Everything changes, their laughter changed to yelling, and love changed to hatred.
Valerie and Ed’s story started in church. He was a dashing, proud and charming young man. She was a beautiful, shy, quite and happy young woman. He opened his mouth to talk about his love for the Air Force and his respect for J.R.R. Tolkien. Her world stopped and her heart became alive. They shared a quiet, intimate first date talking and sharing. They shared wild, crazy dates in Disneyland. They shared their life and their vows. She was daddy’s girl but became Eddy’s wife.
What happens when all your joys, dreams and laughter suddenly gets taken away. When your heart feels like it was ripped out and shattered?
What happens when the love you felt, the life you needed and the family you created is suddenly gone?
What happens when you realize the lifetime you lived was built on a lie?
I say pick up the pieces, carry on with love and laughter and remember that you are worth everything and so much more.
Parisian Goodbye
That morning was cool, crisp and tranquil.
The streets of Paris were just waking up.
The smell of freshly washed cobblestone, cigarettes and urine were in the air.
Store windows were glistening in the new day sun.
The morning would have been one to spend in our pillow covered bed.
“Why are we standing out here and not in bed” I ask myself
How did we get to this point?
How did I let myself push my sweet Émilie to leave with our beautiful Aurélie?
What happened to my love?
In my 27 years I have never been so ashamed.
A father should be happy to see his baby girl.
He should be captivated by his four year old daughter’s stories of being a princess.
A father should put his career at the door when his child needs a hero.
My precious Aurélie, forgive me.
Her elegant style eludes her confidence. Her 25 year old heart was so kind and gentle.
Her mesmerizing brown eyes captivated this rough actor’s soul.
Her sensual lips entice me to kiss them, and to watch her speak.
The sweet tantalizing smell of her hair teases me as it waves in the wind
My radiant Émilie, forgive me
My heart is broken, my family is leaving.
My mind is playing a montage of memories, a life on fast forward.
I feel like an Alaskan night, cold, lonely, and desolate.
Will I be able to repair my love, reclaim Émilie’s trust?
This cool exterior of a seemingly presumptuous man is all an act.
My strong face is damaged and hiding in shame.
My bold jacket is covering a shattered heart.
Standing on the street corner while they leave
This image of a crumpling family will be imprinted on my mind like a photograph.
My Story
My story is complex. Being born and growing up in a small town, anxious for more. Moving from city to city, Las Vegas and Salt Lake City became stopping off points. Learning and deciding were what I take from those experiences. New York City was where I lived, fell in love, and found passion, passion for life, passion for family, passion for a career, and passion for love. Phoenix was smoldering. Love was rekindled, friendships were lost and appreciation was learned. Idaho was frigid. Family and friends were reconnected, but so were the fights. New Jersey was where I became me. Love went as the waves did; constantly coming and going. I thought he was the one, but he wasn’t, I thought he was the other one, but he wasn’t either. Friends became family, putting my broken heart back together with laughter, late night ice cream trips and weekend holidays. Families became lifetime friends. The waves stopped, and I met the one, my heart stopped and joined his. Together we live, together we love, and together we are complex.
My dad’s story is troubled. Always struggling to find his way, always trying to be what he wanted, but what his parents wanted him to be. Third of nine made him always feel left out. The only man in a house of women set him as far away as ever, even animals were women. He always looked for love, and acceptance. He had it all along but never knew it.
One person’s story begins with love and another’s begins with sorrow and pain. Everyone’s story contain moments of pure joy, moments of complete anger, moments of tears and moments of bright smiles. Stories are very different, but also, at the core, the same.
Your story is cloudy, cloudy in your eyes. You never see how good things are. You never see how much you are loved. You put the blame on others. You push friends aside. You never realize that you are worth so much more; you are worth immeasurable love, worthy of laughter, and of all things possible and even those that aren’t.
My mom’s story is filled with ups and downs. She started her life in middle of nowhere Utah. The youngest of four and the sparkle in her father eyes. She grew up in California, still the sparkle in her father’s eyes, but also a strong, but scared young woman. Moving all over the massive state from the end to end, she was forced to make friends, but then lose friends a year later. Finally settling down to racial fights, outdoor school, and her first love, her life didn’t stand still. Her marriage to her soldier brought her from the warm beaches to the blistering cold mountains. Together they had love, they had laughter and they had babies. Everything changes, their laughter changed to yelling, and love changed to hatred.
Valerie and Ed’s story started in church. He was a dashing, proud and charming young man. She was a beautiful, shy, quite and happy young woman. He opened his mouth to talk about his love for the Air Force and his respect for J.R.R. Tolkien. Her world stopped and her heart became alive. They shared a quiet, intimate first date talking and sharing. They shared wild, crazy dates in Disneyland. They shared their life and their vows. She was daddy’s girl but became Eddy’s wife.
What happens when all your joys, dreams and laughter suddenly gets taken away. When your heart feels like it was ripped out and shattered?
What happens when the love you felt, the life you needed and the family you created is suddenly gone?
What happens when you realize the lifetime you lived was built on a lie?
I say pick up the pieces, carry on with love and laughter and remember that you are worth everything and so much more.
Parisian Goodbye
That morning was cool, crisp and tranquil.
The streets of Paris were just waking up.
The smell of freshly washed cobblestone, cigarettes and urine were in the air.
Store windows were glistening in the new day sun.
The morning would have been one to spend in our pillow covered bed.
“Why are we standing out here and not in bed” I ask myself
How did we get to this point?
How did I let myself push my sweet Émilie to leave with our beautiful Aurélie?
What happened to my love?
In my 27 years I have never been so ashamed.
A father should be happy to see his baby girl.
He should be captivated by his four year old daughter’s stories of being a princess.
A father should put his career at the door when his child needs a hero.
My precious Aurélie, forgive me.
Her elegant style eludes her confidence. Her 25 year old heart was so kind and gentle.
Her mesmerizing brown eyes captivated this rough actor’s soul.
Her sensual lips entice me to kiss them, and to watch her speak.
The sweet tantalizing smell of her hair teases me as it waves in the wind
My radiant Émilie, forgive me
My heart is broken, my family is leaving.
My mind is playing a montage of memories, a life on fast forward.
I feel like an Alaskan night, cold, lonely, and desolate.
Will I be able to repair my love, reclaim Émilie’s trust?
This cool exterior of a seemingly presumptuous man is all an act.
My strong face is damaged and hiding in shame.
My bold jacket is covering a shattered heart.
Standing on the street corner while they leave
This image of a crumpling family will be imprinted on my mind like a photograph.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
My Grampy
My Grampa is one of the best men that has ever graced this planet. He was one of the kindest, selfless, calm, loving people I have ever had the privilege to know.
Growing up I knew without a shadow of a doubt that my grampa loves me and is grateful to have ME as his grandchild. That is a BIG thing... My gramparents had 9 kids, their posterity is massive. He has 37 grandkids, 4 step grandkids, 13 step great-grandkids, 13 great grandkids with one on the way. Talk about an amazing legacy.
As a grandchild of this epic man I remember nothing but good things. I remember when I was 13 I gave a family home evening (we did this as a WHOLE family once a month and rotated houses, I volunteered when it was at our house). My FHE was about temples and the importance they hold in our religion. I was nervous, but after it was all done my grampy came up to me and gave me the tightest hug and thanked me for what I taught, I can still hear his voice and smell him.
I can remember playing table tennis with him in their backyard, that old guy was GREAT at that game! I can remember his apron. Which sounds weird BUT he always was cooking something, and he wore the same apron. When he made pumpkin pie, the apron protected his white shirt, when he sliced up the Christmas ham and the Thanksgiving turkey, the apron was there. I remember him giving my cousins and I candy out of his green candy dish, it was kind of upsetting when he stopped that... And of course how could anyone who knows him not bring up his jump roping :) He jump roped on his 93rd birthday!!! Photo op:
He had the same ROPE that he used for years. The last time I saw him jump rope, sadly he could do it better than me....I can remember his answer to "So How was your day?" being "It was wonderful. I haven't had a bad day yet". Growing up I thought that was unreal, he must be sent from heaven to NEVER have a bad day, but I now know that it was his perspective on life. Through everything he went through he had a smile either one his face or in his heart. When my parents divorced, he still accepted my mom and one of his own. He would do anything for anyone. He loved his religion but loved his wife more than life I think. At my grammy's funeral he stood right next to her, even in her death he still didn't deviate from her side, but talked about how much she means to him and how he wished everyone had what he has with her. My grampa would do anything for his wife, their children and grandchildren. I knew if I ever needed a thing I just needed to call my grampa.
The hardest thing for me is knowing that he is gone. I will never get to see him jump rope again (Well not in this lifetime) It will be a long time until I get to see him in his apron, or smell his cologne. I wont be able to see him rock my babies like he did with me (although I know he does it now where he is) and saddest, he wont be able to hug me after Bin and I get sealed, he will be there I KNOW that with all my heart.
I miss my grampa every day. It was so hard to say our "See you laters" But I know that this is better, he can watch over his posterity. I know he is with his love, and I know that he is doing so much on the other side.
The Easter season will always be bittersweet. My grampa died on Easter Sunday last year. What a perfect day for an amazing man to meet his maker and be reunited with his loved one. I am proud to be one of yours, I'm proud of my maiden name and my "Kearsley nose" I love you Grampa! And I miss you!
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Always full
'So I was sitting there in the bar and this guy comes up to me and he said "My life stinks" and I saw his gold credit card and I saw the way he was looking at people across the room and I looked at his face and you know, what a good looking face, and I just said, "Dude, your perspective on life sucks"' ~Blame It On The Girls by Mika
Perspectives are a very interesting thing. Everyone has always heard the saying "The grass is always greener on the other side", but I think that is kind of a negative way of thinking. It's saying some one's life is always better than yours. Or at least that's how I see the saying. I personally thing that we should be happy with who we are and what we have. I may not have the newest car, but that yellow wonder drives all over the place and is cute doing it, and those dings on her, they just add character. I may not have all the money to buy what I want, but I do have a wonderful husband who works his butt off to give me what I need, and occasionally what I want :) I have a wonderful family, the best little doggie, quite possibly the best nieces and nephews ever, amazing friends and a life time of priceless memories. My life hasn't always been perfect and wonderful, but it has made me who I am.
It can get difficult to look at the glass as half full while attending my school, there are people there who seem to have it all and are often happy to say how they have it all. But I look at them, and I look at me and I realize they might have so much, but they don't necessarily have the backbone and cheerleaders that I have supporting every thing I do.
The grass is greener on my side...
Perspectives are a very interesting thing. Everyone has always heard the saying "The grass is always greener on the other side", but I think that is kind of a negative way of thinking. It's saying some one's life is always better than yours. Or at least that's how I see the saying. I personally thing that we should be happy with who we are and what we have. I may not have the newest car, but that yellow wonder drives all over the place and is cute doing it, and those dings on her, they just add character. I may not have all the money to buy what I want, but I do have a wonderful husband who works his butt off to give me what I need, and occasionally what I want :) I have a wonderful family, the best little doggie, quite possibly the best nieces and nephews ever, amazing friends and a life time of priceless memories. My life hasn't always been perfect and wonderful, but it has made me who I am.
It can get difficult to look at the glass as half full while attending my school, there are people there who seem to have it all and are often happy to say how they have it all. But I look at them, and I look at me and I realize they might have so much, but they don't necessarily have the backbone and cheerleaders that I have supporting every thing I do.
The grass is greener on my side...
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
YAAAAWWWN!!!
It's been a while since I last talked about myself... That is what blogs are for right?
I have been REALLY busy.. School is pretty much killing me! Note to self DO NOT wait til the week before the project is do to start a 8 sketch fashion line, 3 display board, cost and spec sheets, AND look book project :( BUT my procrastination can pay off. My boards and sketches looks AMAZING (teach complimented me and everything)
Need less to say, I am REALLY tired and ready for next week to be here!! I was planning on hibernating, but I completely forgot to take next week off.....
Hmmm what else have I been doing?
Well, our dear sweet computer got really sick and had to go to the Geek Squad for a week :( Sad day. Even more sad what that the warranty we got actually just guarentees parts, so if the screen blew up I'd get a new computer, but if a super virus attacks my poor computer we have to pay a butt load, and even more if they have to clear the hard drive :( SO because my buddy was sick I had to live at school, literately, I was there most nights until midnight.
Um what else... My brain is drained and can't remember too much :(
Well I will be blogging a little more soon.... I promise...
But for now, Enjoy your night or day or when ever you read this :)
I have been REALLY busy.. School is pretty much killing me! Note to self DO NOT wait til the week before the project is do to start a 8 sketch fashion line, 3 display board, cost and spec sheets, AND look book project :( BUT my procrastination can pay off. My boards and sketches looks AMAZING (teach complimented me and everything)
Need less to say, I am REALLY tired and ready for next week to be here!! I was planning on hibernating, but I completely forgot to take next week off.....
Hmmm what else have I been doing?
Well, our dear sweet computer got really sick and had to go to the Geek Squad for a week :( Sad day. Even more sad what that the warranty we got actually just guarentees parts, so if the screen blew up I'd get a new computer, but if a super virus attacks my poor computer we have to pay a butt load, and even more if they have to clear the hard drive :( SO because my buddy was sick I had to live at school, literately, I was there most nights until midnight.
Um what else... My brain is drained and can't remember too much :(
Well I will be blogging a little more soon.... I promise...
But for now, Enjoy your night or day or when ever you read this :)
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Fashionable Friends
In the past year and a half I have been enjoying attending the Art Institute of Phoenix. I have met some pretty interesting and very memorable people. Most of the people who attend art schools are very ecclectic. I often say that they run things COMPLETELY different from a traditional university because of those ecclectic personalities... you can't have semesters when most of your students have ADD and ADHD :) I have had quite a few classmates come in from break hung over. Needlesstosay not your typical educational institution. But I couldn't make it in a traditional university setting (I tried and didn't even last a semester, I got too bored) We might not have a school nurse, I just learned that, we might not have sports teams, can you imagine gamers wearing ears, tails and helmets? But what we do have is some amazing people.
Let me just tell you about the ones I love and hold close to my heart :)
First off there i
s Christine (Weinie). She and I started the same quarter, and she is my second favorite Cali girl.. a close second after my mum of course. In the year and a half we have spend together, we have had so many classes together, we went to Chicago together, and I accompanied her to her playboy casting call. Weinie is a stunning woman with the heart of gold, which she wears on her sleeve. And the things that come out of her mouth.....
s Christine (Weinie). She and I started the same quarter, and she is my second favorite Cali girl.. a close second after my mum of course. In the year and a half we have spend together, we have had so many classes together, we went to Chicago together, and I accompanied her to her playboy casting call. Weinie is a stunning woman with the heart of gold, which she wears on her sleeve. And the things that come out of her mouth..... Next we have A
rionne and Chloe (Minnet-but you can't call her that unless you've seen Minnet in action). I put these two lovely ladies together because I think they balance each other and have taught me so much. They are both strong, beautiful women who doen't put up with anything they don't have to. They are my rocks, I know I will always get the truth from them, but I also know they are there for support, not to tear people down. I have had several late night chats with both of them. I was a little scared of Chloe, or should I say Minnet, but we went to Chicago together and she stole a piece of my heart :) I love these two women!
rionne and Chloe (Minnet-but you can't call her that unless you've seen Minnet in action). I put these two lovely ladies together because I think they balance each other and have taught me so much. They are both strong, beautiful women who doen't put up with anything they don't have to. They are my rocks, I know I will always get the truth from them, but I also know they are there for support, not to tear people down. I have had several late night chats with both of them. I was a little scared of Chloe, or should I say Minnet, but we went to Chicago together and she stole a piece of my heart :) I love these two women!Next we have
Nineveh, oh Nin :) She is a wild one, but she is also wonderful! My friendship with Nin is still newish, but I love this Gaga lover! She is very bold, in your face and faboulous! Our little Assyrian is beautiful, crazy, and loves to have a good time. But beware when going to Subway, chick can eat a footlong so fast :)
Nineveh, oh Nin :) She is a wild one, but she is also wonderful! My friendship with Nin is still newish, but I love this Gaga lover! She is very bold, in your face and faboulous! Our little Assyrian is beautiful, crazy, and loves to have a good time. But beware when going to Subway, chick can eat a footlong so fast :) 
Then there is Glora (or Loopy, or Loops). Glora and I have become pretty good friends, since we have had 9 of the last 10 classes together. We really balance each other, she is a fiesty one who really doesn't put up with ANYTHING, but she really has a great heart and loves her friends and her family.
Then there is Terressa, or Therressssssa. I love this girl! She is so fun, and she gets so excited over everything. But she isn't a pushover at all, she just loves her friends. She is one of the hardest workers I have met at school. No only did she attend school full time, but she also worked full time and had an internship, very commendable. She is beautiful and so much fun to be around.
And last but definately not least I have my "boyfriend" Russel. He is wonderful!! One of the best people I have met in a long time, and definately my favorite gay man! I can't even put into words what I feel about this kid, I'm just glad to have him in my life :)
I am so grateful to these wonderful people, they make my days SO much better! I love you guys!!!
Little Pink Dress
Since starting school the question I often get (aside from "What do you want to do when you graduate?") is "What made you chose fashion?" Well growing up in Idaho there isn't too much you can get exposed to involving fashion. We always joked that we were about 5 years behind the major fashion capitals. However, I very vividly remember laying on my sister's bedroom floor making outfits using her fashion plate (only the coolest toy from the 80s) and I was always putting together outfits for my barbies. But I didn't know that I wanted to be in the fashion industry until I moved across the country when I was 18.
I was a nanny in the Bronx trying to figure out what to do with myself, which was something I did often actually. One day my boss offered to take me to "the City" while he took care of some work business. I very happily agreed, from where we lived it was quite the task to get to the city, and I was always TERRIFIED to drive myself in. So I packed up my bag and jumped in the car. We arrived in NYC and he dropped me off at the NBC studio and we agreed to meet back in 3 hours.
I headed to my favorite street in all of New York, Fifth Ave. I down one side and back up the other. I stopped at Saks, and Armani, and St Patrick's Cathedral, but it was the window at Gucci that grabbed my attention. It was this amazing pink sheath cocktail dress. AMAZING! I had to go get a closer look. So I walked my happy self in and went right to the 3rd floor. There is was in all it's fashion glory. The material was something I have never touched before. The zipper was even the perfect combination of style and function. I just stood there in complete awe. I swear I heard the fashion angels singing this garments praise. It was perfection. I thought I was only there for a little while, but apparently not. I had a sales associate kindly tell me to either buy it or I had to leave, I was there a little over a hour... Oops. At that moment I KNEW I had to be in this industry. I went home and started sketching, looking up designers, and taking every chance I had to go to the City for inspiration, but I will always remember that GORGEOUS captivating dress.
I was a nanny in the Bronx trying to figure out what to do with myself, which was something I did often actually. One day my boss offered to take me to "the City" while he took care of some work business. I very happily agreed, from where we lived it was quite the task to get to the city, and I was always TERRIFIED to drive myself in. So I packed up my bag and jumped in the car. We arrived in NYC and he dropped me off at the NBC studio and we agreed to meet back in 3 hours.
I headed to my favorite street in all of New York, Fifth Ave. I down one side and back up the other. I stopped at Saks, and Armani, and St Patrick's Cathedral, but it was the window at Gucci that grabbed my attention. It was this amazing pink sheath cocktail dress. AMAZING! I had to go get a closer look. So I walked my happy self in and went right to the 3rd floor. There is was in all it's fashion glory. The material was something I have never touched before. The zipper was even the perfect combination of style and function. I just stood there in complete awe. I swear I heard the fashion angels singing this garments praise. It was perfection. I thought I was only there for a little while, but apparently not. I had a sales associate kindly tell me to either buy it or I had to leave, I was there a little over a hour... Oops. At that moment I KNEW I had to be in this industry. I went home and started sketching, looking up designers, and taking every chance I had to go to the City for inspiration, but I will always remember that GORGEOUS captivating dress.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
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