When I was four years old, I was already talking about becoming a designer. I’m not exactly sure where I got that notion. It was probably something I saw on television. I always had it in mind that a designer had beautiful fabrics around her, and a big sketchbook, and would drape cloth around a mannequin, and go out to lunch. It seemed like a very glamorous life. I always went fabric shopping with my mom.
I watched her sew and I would take the scraps and make doll clothes. Once I understood how patterns worked, I started making my own clothes.