The Making of Spry!

Since I was in high school, I’ve always felt like I was one of the only persons, amongst a select few, who had any fashion sense. It was then that I concluded that it was my absolute duty to make sure the rest of the world could have access to information that came natural to me. I needed to be the portal that will take these “fashion misfits” to higher ground! Friends and family members would often recruit me to go along on their shopping trips for some free advice. (Sometimes I could get a free meal or T-shirt out of it).

Although I enjoyed making them over, I still felt like an orphan, adopted by a society of people who would never be able to explain to me why I couldn’t wear white after Labor Day. It wasn’t until I entered the fashion industry as a runway model (at age 17), that I realized there were more of my species out there. People who understood the importance of knowing their body types, matching their skin tones, and who could properly pronounce the term “umpire waist”. WOW! This is where I belong (or so I thought). Yet, strutting down the runway still did not fill my void. I was content, but still there was more that needed to be done. I was a plethora of information when it comes to dressing your figure properly, and I needed to share this knowledge with the 4 out of 5 people I sit next to on the subway everyday. A friend suggested that I look into a career as a fashion stylist. “You mean I could not only offer fashion advice, but get paid doing it?” (Imagine how many meals and t-shirts that would buy!) “I’m in!” And that’s my introduction to the world of fashion as a Stylist.