Is Design Contagious?
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Ever since I could remember, I was surrounded by the rich textures, colors, and patterns of fabric. Not only that, but also the ways in which you could distort, rip, cut, and sew them into something so eye catching and stunning. My mother learned to sew from her mother, and she used that passion for sewing, and her love for fabric to become an interior designer. I laughed when I would go to the fabric store with her and she would jump around like a little kid when she found the perfect pattern, or the perfect color. The way she looked at the fabric was almost as if she was asking one of them to speak to her. And when one did, she wanted nothing more then to transform it into something spectacular. Back then I didn’t understand. It was a piece of cloth. Cloth didn’t speak to me the same it did for my mom. But as I got older, my constant contact with more and more fabrics started to rub off on me. Whenever I would go to work with her, I was in awe by the colors, and textures of the fabrics. The delicate touch of silk in my heads. The sparkle of designer cottons and chiffon. And of course the fun of fringe, threads, and buttons danced around me.
I wanted nothing more than to have her talent. The talent and skill to pair fabrics together and create such a brilliant end product. And it was brilliance. The idea that you can take different patterns, textures, and styles, and put them together to add character, and personality to a room seemed so striking to me. My encounter with fabrics and professoinals in interior design fueled my excitement and interest in becoming a designer. Now I want nothing more than to show the world my style and my flare, so that one day I can be the one inspiring others. Which brings me to my last thought...could design be contagious, because I think I've caught the bug.
