Well, I am. I’m coming out, I want the world to know, that I’m going to try to get on a T.V. show! Oh, yeah.
13 days and counting. I will be standing in a room in Chicago, somewhere, with a handful of clothes and bags and a dream. A dream to sew my butt off designing some of the most stellar, original, & colorful pieces the world has ever seen!
And perhaps I will make the cut. Perhaps not.
Why spend all of my time working hard for this in the next two weeks? Why battle with the stress level? Why go into a million to one scenario with the hope of acceptance? With the hope of a win? With the hope to be on television?
Because if passed up this opportunity I would wonder for the rest of my life if I could have made it. Not that being on television means making it, but the exposure would shred 5-10 years of work out of the way, getting my designs & style into visibility. THAT WOULD KICK ASS! And hey, if I meet a celebrity along the way, added bonus.
What is the agenda? For the next 13 days I need two sew three pieces, photograph all of my finished work, make a portfolio and get my butt to Chicago. Sounds easy, right?
We shall see.