Pop and lock it like a prostitute. That will be the most amazing thing ever said at a Point Loma event.

My fashion show was yesterday, and the entire thing seems like a crazy blur now. I somehow got everything finished, but an hour before the show. Yesterday involved a lot of stress, no sleep, smashing a dress with a hammer, and falling off the stage in 5 inch stilettos. I'm feeling that fall in my lower back today. The best part about the night though was seeing all my girls grow as friends, having a blast goofing off and being themselves. It was also a huge blessing to have so many of my friends come to support me. Dana really outdid herself on the event, Culy warehouse is a fabulous venue. Shelly made amazing red velvet cupcakes and we danced the night away. Today I have to go back to work, but thankfully much later than I normally do. I feel like I've been hit by a bus after the marathon that was the last week, but it was all worth it. Most of my pictures turned out blurry, but as a whole, everything was amazing.

I am flawed, but I am cleaning up so well

It's the eve of another fashion show, and I'm stressed out as normal trying to get things done. My dreams are often bigger than my time allows, especially two days before. I should have finished weeks ago, but unfortunately it seems I can only function under extreme pressure and time crunch.

I've decided it's just the nature of the artistic beast. Doing conventional design just doesn't fly with me most of the time, and some of my best stuff comes to me at 2am when I'm digging through fabrics and wrapping them around myself to get ideas.

I have three major gowns to make still, and a few less complicated pieces I would like to get done. Nothing like flying by the seat of your pants.

Which one will you be, the black or the white?

Sometimes people change.

Sometimes so much that there's nothing left of what there was before.