This really irks me to no end. When I was a freshman, working on my 2nd bachelors, a fine arts degree in apparel design at Wayne State University in Detroit, in the 80s, I submitted a design entry into a contest sponsored by Winklemans. At one time, it was a fine Womens retail department store. My design didnt win. I didnt even receive a response of recognition for my entry. My design was unique to my body style, bcs my family is not tall. My job was always altering my parents clothes. I hemmed pants almost daily for little, or no pay. Of course, my parents pay me everyday just for being my parents. While I finished my fashion degree, I worked as an English teacher. Before that, tho I had a design company and a training school. I called my clothing line ultra casual. I hated ironing, but always desired a crisp, appearance. My educator parents and family instilled that. So, annoyed with hemming, I designed wrist and ankle cuffed two-piece knits and submitted them to the design contest. Months later, I saw my design on the racks of every major sporting goods department in amerikkka. They named them, sweat suits. I never saw a penny, nor received any recognition, appreciation, or notoriety for my unique design that is still stylish, today four decades later. My ancestors know, tho. I learned from them and Ive passed those skills on to other youth of Afrakan ascent. My little brother and sister can tailor and my little sister designs with the best.
Posted on: Sat, 01 Feb 2014 08:56:20 +0000
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