My sister’s fashion show
Let me tell you about my little sister. Lisa is a saucy little blond number with a smile to die for and a level of confidence I could only dream of. Since she was a little kid she’s been sewing, it’s kind of been one of those things you always associate with her.
Once when she was about 12 or 13 years old she sewed three (or was it four?) stuffed animals that a friend of our moms had ordered. It took her hours of work, and the final product was excellent and without the slightest bit of flaw – they would have given the Karl Lagerfeld bear a run for its money. When she graduated from high school she designed and sewed her own graduation dress, another piece of art which received great acclaim (as well as jealous looks).
The past couple of years she’s been studying fashion design in various form. She’s done courses in fashion design drawing, pattern making, had numerous internships with designers both here in Sweden and in London, and this past year she’s attended a one year fashion design education. Yesterday was her final presentation of some of the work she’s done during the year.
I made sure to plant myself front and center at the end of the catwalk where Lisa would be pausing to do her little pose before returning backstage. Camera at the ready, a slight nervous flutter in my stomach, I awaited the start of the show. At T+3 minutes, the show began, and opening the show was my sister. Hair swept to one side, a big black hat covering half her face, and red lips demanding their attention as she confidently advanced down the runway, pride would be an understatement of what I felt in that moment.