As long I am waiting for my fabric to come in I thought I might just start at the beginning and work my way up to the present. It seems like the most orderly and logical way to proceed.
So imagine this… There’s this 21st century teenager with mad style and a tendency toward the over dramatic. Maybe she doesn’t have a lot of money for fancy clothes and junk so she exercises her creativity with a bottle of hairspray and a well placed bow. She sits in the back of a coffee shop, shrouded in a veil of aqua net, reading a second hand copy of Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance or maybe something from the Dr. Suess oeuvre, depending on her mood.
People look at her, they stare even. The people wonder if that small corner of the world lacks gravity like that mystery spot in the Redwoods where the ball rolls uphill. I’m pretty sure she doesn’t notice. I’m pretty sure her shoes are untied, a dilemma that seems infinitely more pressing than the many wondering eyes. I mean, how does one bend over with all of that hair on their head?
Maybe she’s just a regular girl cursed with too much hair and no way to tame it so she just accepts it for what its worth and works with what she’s got. I think I would want to know her. I would probably design a collection of fabric just for her. I might even call it Parisville…
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