I used to read Vogue magazine. SIKE!!! I remember the first time I saw my mother use a sewing machine. It was magical to me. The speed and precision of the needle, her skills to harness it's power captivated my curiosity. It was from that moment on I aspired to be one of the greatest fashion designers in the world. I longed to tell my story through fabric, allowing the thread to speak for my heart and soul. Cotton, silk and polyester danced through my fingertips creating silhouettes of joy and happiness in the form of a bathing suit turtleneck. If you believe this story I have an invisible shirt I'd like to sell you lol.