She didn’t want to master the draft. She wanted to be an artist.
Mira flopped onto her studio stool, staring at the crumpled muslin on her dress form. It looked less like a jacket and more like a deflated tent. Her fashion design professor’s words echoed in her head: “You can’t break the rules until you master the draft.” Pattern.Making.for.Fashion.Design-Armstrong-5th...
“And yet,” the roommate smiled, “your muslin looks like origami gone wrong.” She didn’t want to master the draft
Mira looked at the battered 5th Edition. “A dinosaur.” ” the roommate smiled