Spent 3 hours at the market d’Adjamé today picking out African prints for the pieces I was envisioning in my head….then I spent another hour DRAWING for my tailor the pieces I was imagining. Yea, I can’t draw so you can imagine how that went.
Anywho, picking out colorful prints and seeing then materialize into blazers, skirts, and tops thrills me. I think I was a designer in a former life.
Nonetheless, the patterns I found were the damn bomb and I will be properly stunting on niggas when I get back to the states.
Sidebar: I don’t want to leave Ivory Coast, I asked my mom to hire me in her company, but that nigga is not going to pay me. SIGH.