Monday, 29 December 2014

Lost My Thread

Abandoned blogs.  You know the ones.  They tend to turn up when googling randoms like travel tips for Uzbekistan or homeopathic treatments for warts.  “Last updated: June-24-2007”.  (Had the internet even been invented then?)  Forsaken by their once well-meaning authors, they drift through cyber-space, tethered to nothing but an unmemorable url that’s been registered for 10 years and set to auto-renew.

I’m ashamed to say that the same sorry fate almost befell this blog.  Un-updated since spring 2013, it’s been bobbing along like so much digital flotsam – attracting the occasional seeker of packing tips but otherwise untended.

My excuse?

It all started a few years ago when my new life in Paris presented me with a choice: Take French lessons and master the one subject that consistently brought down my high-school average or follow a lifelong dream and enrol in a fashion design course.

Bien sûr, I went to fashion school.

Fast-forward to 18 months ago (the date-stamp of this blog’s last post) when the fortuitous combination of fate and friendship found me employed as an actual designer.   A designer!   After years of writing about style and robbing my retirement fund for the sake of nice frocks, I was being paid to conceive garments for a discerning clientele.

Never mind that these clients weren’t the well-heeled Mademoiselles of Avenue Montagne but rather the hostesses and concierges that serve them.  (Let’s just skip the part about me working for a uniform company where the fabric of choice is a crease-proof poly, shall we?)

What’s important here is that I had embarked on a new dream-come-true career; designing clothing. Which I did.

Which brings me to my excuse for blog neglect.  You see, working out how to illustrate a box-pleat and the polite place to stick a dart was as much as my mind could muster:  The excitement and challenge completely siphoned my will to compose appalling alliterations for Pepita Style File, thereby forcing me to desert said blog.

Cue today and my return to the written word.  (Let’s just skip the part about the uniform company not quite being set-up to handle what it set out to do, shall we?)

What’s important here is that as much as I love designing clothes, I’ve missed spinning a yarn.

Style File Followers Take Note:
1. For the record, I’ve never googled homeopathic treatments for warts.
2. Although it was my bête noire, French wasn’t the only subject to spoil my grades - damn you, math!
3. A tiny sample of my projects: A well-known international retail chain, a boutique hotel in Paris, a famous 3 Michelin star restaurant and a retro eatery in LA.  The togas-a-gogo? Vegas, baby.  Vegas.
4. I was absolutely devastated when my budding design career unravelled.
5. What I’d really love to design is a collection of travel essentials.  Coincidentally, according to Google Analytics, even as space-junk in the blogosphere, this blog was viewed by quite a few packing-tip seekers.  An idea?  You do the math.