After weeks (umm, months) of waiting for the interview, it was over in 10 min. And since it started a few minutes early, I was back on the street by the time it was scheduled to start.
Quick, snappy, to the point — I walked out with a verbal acceptance. Official enough for me! I feel settled, relieved, and a little dazed. How many years have I thought about going to fashion school?
It has been a while, with many twists, turns and rabbit-trails. I wouldn't change it. Wouldn't go sooner, because I have learned and experienced so much that will only make my craft and career stronger.
I think that each school is different, but for my interview I was asked to bring 3 illustrations of my designs, and 3 sewn garments. I asked if I could bring more, but was told only 3. I slipped in extras where I could ;).
My illustration portfolio was almost done, when I was told to bring only 3, so I took the full thing, but marked the top 3 for quick reference if needed. My interviewees were gracious enough to look at everything I brought.
For the sewn garments, I did settle on just 3: A pair of pants that I drafted and sewed myself (complete with a fly placket), a blazer style jacket (featuring lining, sleeves, collar, and details), and my polka-dot party dress (great style, lined, invisible zipper, and a show-stopper).
As a bonus I tossed in my birch bark belt.
As excited as I am, much of me feels that I should be more excited, like this is the start of something new. In reality, this is a step in the journey. A sizeable step, a monumental step, on a journey that I have been on for a long time.
The hard work is yet to come, but I do know what has brought me to this place.
