How does one shake a sadness that is unexplained? I know now that there are labels for such things manic depressive…anxiety. Blah blah we all have such aspects to our personality. But when do we take a step back to do something about it.

To medicate and numb or to carry on and learn to deal. Sometimes I wish I could shake myself or better yet slap the sense back into my distorted perceptions of reality. It is like looking at yourself from a dream and you keep shouting and no words escape those lips.

‘Wake up my love you are missing the best years of your life. Get out of your bed, better yet get out of your head. You are hypnotized by an evil witch. She wants you trapped unable to move because she knows that you are special. You have the key to undo the harm and warm the frozen winter into rainbows. So I repeat my dear child let go of your fears. Your destiny awaits with sunshine kisses in gardens of flowers‘.

Instead of letting my thoughts consume me I thought to make a dress.

I have been meaning to get back into designing for some time.

The aim was to make tweed sexy.

I think the open back, draping with pleats does the trick.