Groceries

THERE IS NO FOOD IN THIS HOUSE!!!!!!!

Oh.... um, wait -

Did I buy groceries?!?!?!

Even the panty is stocked!

This is amazing! I am so excited, all the food I love is here... Now just wait should I make?

Ahhhh it's like an unforgiving cycle! Have to buy the food, have to put the food away, have to make something with the food, food gets eaten, have to buy more food! ...so troublesome.

Thankfully, there is this pretty cool person I live with who has been dealing with these types of grown-up problems longer than I have been. You are incredible sister, thank-you for making me yummy food to eat!

Tons of love. K.

Murmuration

So I did have a brilliant blog post planned for today, where I talked about the meaning of life and such, but then I found this video. I really must share it with you. It is incredible, Dustin (and anyone else afraid of birds) do NOT watch this video... everyone else, it is the DEFINITION of

majesty.

"A chance encounter and shared moment with one of natures greatest and most fleeting phenomena. "

Murmuration from Sophie Windsor Clive on Vimeo.

Music Monday: Nerdtastic Halloween

Back in June... perhaps it was before then... my friend Kirstie announced that this year her house would be turning into a Harry Potter Haunted House for Halloween! Well today is the day my friends. Halloween is here, the Harry Potter Haunted House is built and ready for action, and in honor of that I give you a Wizard Rock/Pop Love Song... enjoy and Happy Halloween :D

Regardless of Fear

A year ago today (basically) I arrived in the city of Hyderabad, India. Embarking on a journey that I had waited for many years. Most of you know all about it, and sister, I'm pretty sure you're getting tired of me talking about my trip as often as I do... for that I apologize. Today however I'm not going to reminisce about my time, but instead invite you to marvel with me at how much of a difference a year can make.

I remember standing at the counter in The Calgary International Airport waiting for the woman there to print out my baggage tags. It was then, while I was standing alone with my friends/farewell party a sort distance away, that the enormity of my endeavor hit me for the very first time. I was overcome, and as I turned back to face the trio cheering me on, my eyes found my sister's and I could not hold back the flood gates any longer. The tears rolled, and I knew there was no turning back.

Fast forward.

As I left my first day of school on Wednesday, the assistant teacher Laura-Beth, who has just started her third year at Ecole Holt Couture, asked me if I'd been nervous that day. I confessed to her that I was nervous whenever I wasn't at the school, or around other people from the school. Nervous about entering into a new phase, only knowing that this is what I want to do, not sure if I'll succeed, but knowing again that there was no turning back.

It is the same feeling I felt when leaving for India. This is something I want, and have waited for. There are people backing me and supporting my choice. I have come to the very edge of the task, and all that is left is to complete it. But it is big, new, and unknown. What will become of me along the way to completion? Will I follow through successfully?

In both cases numerous people have asked me "Are you excited?". I can never answer that truthfully, because I feel like it does not apply. I get excited about free coffee, good movies, spontaneous letters, and seeing my nieces and nephew. These things all guarantee full pleasure and enjoyment without worry or care. How can that feeling be associated with a step that takes you towards something that has so much detail, planning, and risk involved? An answer that I gave to a friend of mine when he asked me this question was "No. But I'm ready." regardless of fear.

So I guess my point is this, the difference between last year and this physically, is exponential. The difference emotionally, remains unchanged. What I take to heart this time, is knowing how amazing my experience in India was. I had the time of my life with incredible people, and even though I've now 'checked India off my list' I know that the time I spent there will not be the last. Therefore it was worth the wait, and the risk. With this knowledge I venture into the first year of this four year program, ready to take on the challenges that may arise, for the joy of the experience.

With Me

Oh what good is it to live
With nothing left to give
Forget but not forgive
Not loving all you see

Oh the streets you're walking on
A thousand houses long
Well that's where I belong
And you belong with me
Not swallowed in the sea

You belong with me
Not swallowed in the sea
Yeah, you belong with me
Not swallowed in the sea

Dear India, this is how I feel about you. Take care of yourself. All my love,
Kel.

Backstory

So this is a place for my sister and I to start on our journey towards design.

A.K. Clothesline is a concept my sister and I have developed for our life-long clothing & accessory business. The "A" is for my sister, Ailen, and the "K" is for myself, Kelsey. At this time Ailen has no idea that I have created this blog, and for the moment it shall stay that way. For now I will entertain you on my own.

So here's a bit of backstory for you. My sister and I have only recently become friends. Circumstances surrounding that include a drastic age difference and therefore two completely different demographics for most of our lives.

Can you guess who is older and by how many years?

One of the ways my sister and I started to get to know each other as adults was through talking about fashion. We would call each other quickly throughout the day to talk about a new design idea, or exchange a cool image we had come across on Google that day.

Typically we both would come up with design ideas, and I would sketch something up. Ailen has said that this is because she doesn't have any artistic abilities, but my friends I would beg to differ. In recent months Ailen has found great artistic inspiration in the creation of jewelery. It has been an honor for me to witness this shift of attitude from unsure and timid, to confident and bold in my sister's view of her own great talent.

As it stands I am the creator of clothing, and my sister is the creator of accessories.
I hope you enjoy our adventure.

CFC
kel.