What Triggered Your Interest in Fashion?

What Triggered Your Interest in Fashion?

If you want to learn anything worthwhile, you just need to do one thing.

Build interest in that thing!

I’ve always have this believe that we all have the potential to do everything, only if we can build interest in everything.

But it’s just so sad that we can’t build interest in everything. I think that’s what makes us human.

Even building interest in something can be hard at times, and I think that’s why it often needs something to trigger it.

The trigger could come as a result of:

  • self-determination; that’s when you tell yourself “I want to know this thing by all means.”
  • consequences; do you remember how you forced yourself to study that course just because you don’t want to have a carry over? Yeah, that’s it.
  • circumstance; I remember that year when I self-hosted my blog, everything became alien to me, and it’s not possible for me to turn right back. All I did was to figure it out on my own.

I don’t want the category to place my story. Maybe you can help me with that.

So here we go.

This is what triggered my interest in Fashion

When I was young, I always wanted to look good.

But I was never close to looking good.

The picture in my head never matched the reality of me.

And my parents are the reason behind it.

Their own definition of looking good is completely different from mine.

My parents definition of looking good is wearing quality things. They always place quality over everything.

While my classmates were wearing Teva sandal, my mum would rather tell Kasali, our shoe maker, to build sandal for us. Because it’s going to last longer than Teva sandal.

Even when she goes to the market, she would rather buy those ugly shoes that look like that of my dad. And she would be telling me it’s expensive than those fancy ones.

Many times when I needed a wrist watch, she would tell me to go take one of dad’s. Those watches with crocodile skin. And dad too would help me pierce a hole on leather so that it can fit my wrist.

Dad even gave me one belt I used throughout my junior class. The belt was long that it makes two turns around my waist. Please don’t laugh at me.

Well, they are right that quality stuffs do last, but who cares about wearing quality stuffs.

Quality stuffs are always ugly. That was my thinking. And I was right.

But there was nothing I could do. They get to pay for those things.

In the year 2010, the thought struck me that if I can learn how to make my own clothes, then I can sew and wear whatever I like.

That was how it all started.

Now it’s your turn.

What’s your own story?

You can share it with us at the comment section below.

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  1. This is what triggered my interest.

    Every time my mom sends our clothes to the designer, she keeps posting us, some will take up to 6months at times one year before she will give us our clothes.

    There was a time we wore our December clothes on Easter Sunday.

    All these pissed me off , so I decided to go into fashion just to make clothes for my family and I, not knowing that I will be trapped with the beautiful benefits of being a fashion designer 😀

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