2003-10-28 - 1:33 p.m.

My mother always knew this day would come. The day that fashion became important to me.

I have found myself drawing sketches of sweater patterns and jean skirts. My mind is brimming with colour combinations and fabric thickness and sewing needles and pom poms.

The future is full of pinks, greys and browns. Fuzzy coziness wrapped around me so tight I finally feel warmth.

I often argued with my mother about the textures of lingerie and although I still maintain my yucky stance that silk is sick I have found my way to understanding wool and cotton.

Stay tuned for the new fashionista!

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