A force d’en parler, ça commençait à ressembler à une chanson
de Dalida…
Mais avant de faire péter la roteuse… big up à tous ceux qui
ont rendu cet exploit possible… Je ne vous remercierai jamais assez ! Et
merci à vous chers lecteurs qui ont musardé avec moi tout en m’encourageant
tous ces mois et ces quelques années durant. Ça fait chaud au cœur de voir le
bout de chemin parcouru en votre compagnie ! Grosses bises.
OH HAPPY DAY!
At long last, the Etsy store for Rastaquouère is open for bizness! Limited
pieces will eventually be cropping up in select brick and mortar stores in
Ottawa’s Glebe District and in Montreal. It’s been a long time coming, 3 years
in the making and many more in the dreaming. And because this ain’t just a one
woman show and I have so very many people to be thankful for, do bear with me
through the following closest-I’ll–ever-get-to-damn-my-thwarted-acting-career-quote-Oscar-like-acceptance-moment-unquote…
Thank you to
the family and friends who believed, supported, blogged and promoted throughout
the months/years. You are kindness in a hard crowd.
Thank you to
my patient and understanding suppliers near and far. You are much appreciated!
Thank you to
Sarvi, my first fan, all the way over in Los Angeles, who fervently advocated I
open a store, stat!
Thank you to
Todd & Liesl at Oliver + S and the editors at F+W Media for first
showcasing my work and giving me a chance.
Thank you to
CBC/Radio-Canada for the attention and repeat 15 minutes of fame. It’s more than any girl deserves!
Mille fois merci tout particulièrement à Emilie et à Evelyne !
Thank you to
Jukebox Printing in Vancouver and Mo at Print for Brand for helping me to get
up on my feet and running.
Thank you to
my beautiful soon-to-be sister in law for support, promotional and marketing
savvy.
Thank you to
my daddy and Auntie Laurence for my first sewing machines. Much obliged.
Thank you to
my mother in law for teaching me oh-so patiently how to thread a needle and do
beautiful things with it. Je serai à tout jamais reconnaissante !
Thank you to
Antoine for putting up with my creative schizophrenia, never ending startup
costs, for happily sacrificing guitar space for sewing space and for kicking my
ass out of procrastination and self-doubt. Love you more than words can say.
And to Félix
for your encouragement and sweet forbearance as my often unsuspecting sizing
model. If the senility doesn’t get to me first, I promise to be understanding
when you put me into a home.
Lastly, but
certainly not least, many thanks to the ever marvelous Julya… this project
would be nothing without your friendship, generosity and sheer photographic
genius! I thank my lucky stars every day we both survived (barely!) Craigie
Hall, the incumbent asbestos poisoning, other unnamed airborne pathogens and
one French Canadian lit class too many! I’m gonna go with Nietzsche on this
one… it made us stronger… or mutant. Next stop… Vogue right?
It’s been a
topsy-turvy, meandering adventure full of tears and joy. It’s an unfinished
process in growing up and letting go. It’s an ongoing story about craft, art,
fabric, perseverance and seemingly impossible ventures pieced together as much
with thread as with the understanding, intelligence and kindheartedness of
people who were willing to believe in me and thought I was worth the trouble,
those who let me do my own thing and others who managed to kindle vocation,
told me that I was OK and finding my own way in this big, old world. So again
and again and again to all who have made this wonderful thing possible, thank
you!
Time to
uncork that champagne…
