My Favorite Story!

A water bearer in China had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it, while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water. At the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full. For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots full of water to his house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect for which it was made. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do.

After 2 years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream. "I am ashamed of myself, and because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house." The bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of the path, but not on the other pot's side? That's because I have always known about your flaw, and I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you've watered them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house"

Moral: Each of us has our own unique flaws. We're all cracked pots. But it's the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding. You've just got to take each person for what they are, and look for the good in them.

Blessings to all my crackpot friends.The graces of living within the moment...

The beginning....

Some of you may be wondering how I decided that I wanted to "change the world through fashion". I've always believed in good causes and hoped for a better world but I stood in the background and watched and criticized things that were going wrong but never really did anything about it. And as much as I wanted to, fear held me back.

It was a very tragic event that finally opened up my eyes and gave me the courage to fight for everything that I believe in and realize that yes, I CAN and WILL make a difference in this world.Two years ago, a young man opened fire at Virginia Tech and killed 33 people including himself. There were countless articles trying to figure out why he did it, pointing the blame at his family, at his education, at his social circle, God. A woman actually blamed God. She was quoted in the Los Angles Times, "This is your world God....why don't you do something about it." I was in complete disbelief. And then a second later, I said out loud, " No. It's our world. Why don't we do something about it." I made a pact with myself that from that moment on, I would step up to the plate and do everything I could do to help the world become what we have always hoped for.

Now, I'm not a politician or a civil rights activist...I'm a Fashion Designer who has a really big heart and finally has the balls to go out there and take a stand. I will help "change the world through fashion" by planning fundraisers and creating awareness. I will also donate a percentage of my sales and proceeds from the events to a different charity organization every year. One garment at a time....Thank you for your support.