I believed those words spoken to me by my high school guidance counselor were the truth. An older woman, squishy and donning hues of gray on her bean-head, she had just asked me which career field I had planned for myself.<\/p>\n
I want to be a fashion designer. And with all my heart I did. I had for years been cutting patterns out of old drapes, designing interesting ensembles and sewing rather\u00a0magnificently with my mothers old Singer knee press sewing machine. From bright paisley puff sleeved A-line dresses to herringbone jumpers and nothing blouses, I created and I sewed.<\/p>\n
I also sketched and painted pictures of girls in a variety of stylish outfits and hairdo’s. This is how I passed much of my time as a young teen.
\n<\/p>\n
I had just started to mention art school but was not prepared for the response I recieved from Ol’ Whatzerhead. As she steered me away from my passion for fashion design, she guided me toward nursing, teaching or training for a secretarial position.<\/p>\n
Those were our choices for many of us women in the late 60′ early 70’s. Gloria Steinham was not a household name \u00a0yet and feeling foolish for even mentioning my life’s career dream, I accepted those choices.<\/p>\n
I became a teacher. To be a nurse, I would have to look at blood and I could not sit still long enough to be a secretary. How strange that I gave so much power to those in “authority”.<\/p>\n
My career path has since veered in many delightful directions which I’m sure has disturbed Mrs. Wetblanket from the Beyond.<\/p>\n
I had completely forgotten my original desire for fashion until watching, “Project Runway”. \u00a0I have acquired a huge appetite for this show as I watch and re-watch how they create their amazing garments.<\/p>\n
So, I got out my sewing machine after discovering an old pattern and material I had bought over 20 years ago. Much to my delight, the shoulder pad jacket is back in style and as I re-ignite my displaced passion for fashion, the only difference between now and then is I must use a high powered magnifying lens to thread to needle, make sure the stitching is straight, rip out the crooked seams and re-sew until perfection!<\/p>\n
So, Mrs. Crumbucket, I know you were doing what you felt was best for me and I thank you because I could not have chosen a better life.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I believed those words spoken to me by my high school guidance counselor were the truth. An older woman, squishy and donning hues of gray on her bean-head, she had just asked me which career field I had planned for myself. I want to be a fashion designer. And with all my heart I did. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_s2mail":"yes","footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-149","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-menopause"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/janbrehm.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/149"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/janbrehm.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/janbrehm.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/janbrehm.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/janbrehm.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=149"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"https:\/\/janbrehm.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/149\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":210,"href":"https:\/\/janbrehm.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/149\/revisions\/210"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/janbrehm.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=149"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/janbrehm.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=149"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/janbrehm.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=149"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}