I’ve always loved the excitement and sheer certainty that comes with starting an ambitious new project. Once the fabric is in hand, it feels like it is only hours until I get to wear this dream de jour. Each moment spent preparing, is filled with thoughts such as, “what shoes should I wear with it?” “What kind of bag goes with awesome?” Oh and – “where will I wear it?” Of course, as a mom, I quickly realize that time slips away and those mere hours from concept to ‘all decked out’ turn into weeks or months. When I was much younger, it was nothing to stay up all night and sew a new outfit for school the next day, or for some dance or occasion. I can still picture myself sitting on the floor in my room, sketching, cutting, sewing and dreaming the days away. I’ve managed to hold onto a few of those pieces that I made early on. When I look at them now, part of me is appalled by the lack of skill and obvious haste in which these clothes were made- but the other is touched with the charming memories and joy of the sheer zeal and passion of my younger self.