Starting to figure this out. Maybe.
Bag TWO was the next great leap in the process. Never mind a ‘pattern’, I was just going to start making stuff the way I thought it would work.
It’s not a bad bag to this day.
The one that got away.
Bag THREE – oh yeah, my ideas about design and style started to kick in hard.
Sadly, the recipient of this prototype turned out to be bats**t crazy and I don’t have visitation rights.
Of course I can alter a pattern.
Bag FOUR – I thought I knew what I was doing.
This was about the time the idea to use reclaimed and deadstock materials really started to foment in my head.
The original Micki.
Bag FIVE – can’t screw this one up.
Bestie needs a new bag. Quick thinking on my feet to come up with a shape and customize the inside.
Parisienne party vibes, for sure.
Bag SIX – another birthday, another bag.
If you met my friend Brooke, you would totally understand.
Maximalism in one perfect tote.
Bag SEVEN – the trip to DTLA that changed my outlook.
I really hadn’t given that much thought to hardware and trim… yet.
Two trailer park girls go round the outside, round the outside. — Eminem
Bag EIGHT – now it’s turning into art.
Things are starting to percolate and it’s becoming a lot less predictable around the studio.
If you’re a girl with an opinion, people just hate you. – Billie Eilish
Bag NINE – truly one of a kind.
I stared at this piece of fabric remnant for weeks, trying to figure out what it was saying.