I cannot believe it has been a while since I said bye to days as a fashion student. Ohh farewell nights at the studio with take out foods, threads all over, and giggling all nighters with the silliest friends in the world. Alas!
Coming to New York was not what I was thinking of growing up in the countryside. What I can remember was the mountains and rivers my mom and dad took me endless weekends in the fields picking up wild mushrooms, flying a giant swallow kite that I painted and my grandpa crafted by hand, flying myself to the top of the eaves on the swing hanged to the grape trellis in the front yard, and ate every cucumber that just came out from the flowers in the little garden. Oh boy I am missing the good old days already just by writing about them.
What are your favorite memories so far, anyone?