So it

 is my third positive test, 

and am regaining life values from masterful sources to discovery of 

 beauty, synchronicity and sense 

Another beautiful sunny day to enjoy from inside, where all our treasures reside.

Sunshine Ladder

 while all this is going on and a second test positive today, what most therapeutic way to spend the afternoon painting the old tired ladder bright Sunshine....

Nearly done

So Far

 i always wondered what it felt like to have Covid.

In March 2020 when lockdown was announced, it had been a few weeks someone at work was coughing and looked sick, and when he finally went to get help, was dismissed for causing nuisance...sitting with everyone else in waiting room,

I was similarly dismissed with profound disregard at my local Practice for showing with my test to ask what to do with it.

I rarely operate in groups, ride a bike, and protect myself and others with a mask, until recently when I relaxed slightly, these past few weeks, including teaching a group class in proximity for 3 hours or more without a mask...

And after that first encounter in March 2020 when we could not test our health, went on 3 years without a hitch wondering what it was like, from so many different accounts and so many not recovering, sadly.

So I had an encounter last Monday and woke up after a horror night where I hardly slept due to pain in whole body, bones and muscles, especially lower back I could not move, and my head was going to explode if it could... I wondered how much more a skull could contain, it was havoc in there, probably swollen to the max, and pushing out with bumping resonance.

At some stage I recited the one prayer my granddad taught me as a child, and every time I cannot sleep it does the trick  knocked myself out with these comforting words, and went straight into hell. It was like dying and possibly come back alive when the prayer wore off an hour or so later, and it felt timeless.

My back was layered horizontally in what felt like 2 discs, layered on top of each other with a space in between, and it was like a giant hand crushed me the whole time

My head was a giant space filled with black geometric pieces broken and the hurt was crushing

My voice was horrid when I called the centre to say I would not be able to teach.

I made myself  go to bed all day to recover the lack of sleep. When evening came.... I thought how is this combat going to pan out? My head was bursting with knocks inside, my throat was swollen and sometimes I could not breathe  properly. So I had stopped aspirins, and covered myself with natural creams involving healing plants, drunk some rosemary water, vomited, and decided to go with it, not fight it, embrace it, I took a long breath, another one, another one, the thumping headache stopped, I brought peace within, as my granddads prayer did. 

Sometimes I think we get sick because we are not happy with what is happening, if we need to escape a situation, this is it...

I do think this was the case with me, and I do need to make peace with outside influences seemingly taking over... rebalancing my own sense of authority and life purpose without outside negative power driven currents misdirecting the creative course of my work.

Creativeness is my solid health, and I discovered how my breath connects it all, and what that means in scientific terms, but like Einstein who waited and observed the irregular orbit patterns of Mercury to prove his theory before exposing it, I am also holding my theory back, to maybe one day be able to substantiate it for the wider audience.

With the help of planets, of course...

Rooted in

 Traditional Italian tailoring was taught by expert cutter Cucci who learnt from her dad and colleagues on the factory floors of Boston area first generation settlers, at the School of Fashion Design in Boston which is a rare stronghold of uniquely Fashion mastered and only Fashioned to create a subtle kind of specifically trained multi talented highly qualified designers able to conceive cut and render, Exposed to top of the game industry leaders only, be it for French Draping, production pattern cutting or the complex all around Art of conceiving and creating garments, Under one roof.

This 360 degree unique approach (never yet came across such potent establishment) to Fashion Design enables to merge heads, pencils, scissors and hands with utmost precision and knowhow, developing the confidence with kindness, to improve and serve in the best possible ways as a team player and company grower. For those not interested in kindness and the power of innovative spirit, this would be the end of your journey with Creative Creadora de Patrones or other well minded fashionistas...

Cutting with hands and scissors and not just pencils is a true gift to develop when learning, the ability to let the head do the talking into action, a rare gift to enjoy and share, for a lifetime, as memory loss here does not hold a place: on this side of the brain, it’s all gogogo... yesyesyes... timeless progress and fortitude to enjoy and share bountifully, just as Cucci did with such flamboyance past her retirement age.

These traditions led to roles alongside Karl Lagerfeld, Catherine Walker as Master pattern Cutter of Couture Atelier (first job in the London based industry), followed by working with many more stylish individuals from foreign lands who knew the power of straight Cutting, without safety net:

 as a basic rule:

the Center Front reigns, always keep the whole perspective of the garment together, within context of style, cloth, limitations...

This is an extract of the freshly being drafted guide to becoming a fashion designer the natural way, by uncovering who you really are within, and expressing this reality, making everyone happier and better as a result.

Trust in your hands, and the bigger picture, always check the context and adapt accordingly.

Harmony and love

 on Center Fronts all cut and made tested as true one-off here, no production mass units... here two uniquely cut chef d’oeuvre of fabrication style and rendering, enjoy the rare essence of patterns well cut if you are launching your design business, or just wishing to enjoy a cherished creation no one else will be  experiencing, a unique treat to make you feel special and loved, inside out... within few days apart, nothing could be more apart than silk drape and checks assemblage, yet they work well next to each other in harmony because knowhow and love of a cut well balanced speak louder than words... 

Whether famous checks in check or supple silk in rapture, we love it all, just for this one occasion, or more...

Here below beware 

Beware when looking for nice creations online, mostly made in factories, check seams hang for a balanced cut, the Art of Pattern Cutting is a well cherished secret shared by the very few... creative spotting to sharpen your focus...

Another beautiful story

 to uncover 👍 with you 💖 enjoy 🙌  Green 🐾  love 👗 making 👕 discovering 👘

A Match

 is a Match

Precision, Joy, Master Minding, Love of Tradition, Well delivered Messages, Customs, Bien-Etre, Style, Action, Mouvance, Shared Beauty, Modernity, Sensuality, another Skin which moves with Elegance and Know-how, like a 3D turn 5G creation...

We make clothes and enjoy making them, with precision and the joy which accompanies every task,

In order to match precisely, the pattern must be precise in order to cut the dress..., on this type of fabric, unlike softer silky flows materials, where prints and grain dance at leisure, 

There are many techniques leading to Rome, yet only one tartan to match....

Every square

 requires to be secured, and chalked, as per SA, for a perfect CF seam to tell a relevant story,

 after a day in company cutting industry collection patterns, it is essential to regroup with cloths which carry history and transform lives, as well as bring joy and creativity alive, both on the cutting table and the dance floor... 

for another kind of capsule debut collection, which reveals relevance, “appartenance” and evolution.

                                                   

In earlier decades, constructed lace bodices in the Viscose discovered region of Grenoble, ladies were paid by the pin, as securing lace in place was an art which required hundreds of pins, no time to spare or waste...

My Perfect Couple

 Thank you Create Team for another interesting assignment