Strictly Business

Who is she?

   I woke up to the sound of my alarm that goes off at 7:30 in the morning so I can get to work at exactly nine o'clock. Being a fashion designer means I have to look perfect all the time. Make-up has to be flawless, outfit nothing short of beautiful, and my attitude assertive but not bitchy. Everyone has double standards in a business like this. I stretch still underneath my covers wanting sleep to take over once again but someone knocks on my bedroom door. "Come in," I say with a very groggy voice still husky from the lack of use. "Cheryl dear, I wanted to make sure you were awake. I remember how you were during your school days. Morning came way too soon for you." I cover my eyes with the blanket to avoid the bright light coming from the hallway behind my mom. It's like the sun paid a visit just to annoy me. "Mom, I appreciate you doing that but I have grown up since then, now waking up early is a constant part of my normal routine. I'll be down in a little bit." She nods her head, smiling in my direction, then closes the door behind her. Ugh, just five more minutes would be nice but I can't let sleep persuade me. So before I talk myself into a cat nap I uncover and throw my legs over the bed. Walking to the bathroom I could hear my mother and Kevin having a conversation about dumb pop culture, along the lines of the Kardashians having another baby or Trump saying something stupid on twitter. I wash my face, plug in my curling iron, and go pee before deciding what I'm going to wear for the day. Picking a black pantsuit that was designed by yours truly. The pants are tailored to reach the perfect length for my red high heels, a white button up shirt tucked in with the top three buttons completely forgotten revealing a little cleavage, my jacket has three red buttons and a pocket holding a handkerchief with small cherries, after all, that's my logo. I got my phone off the nightstand tucking it in one of my pants pockets heading towards the bathroom. In the middle of putting my hair half up in a braid and curling it, Kevin knocks on my door. "I know you are awake but your mother wanted me to check on you and might I say you look dashing this morning, very professional. Waffles, bacon and eggs are downstairs waiting for you when you're done." I nodded giving him a sign that I heard him since I'm in the middle of finishing my hair and makeup. Afterwards, I walk down my spiraling staircase to see a plate full of food set out just for me. Although I'm an adult now my mom still treats me as if I'm a child all over again but don't get me wrong I wouldn't change her for the world.

   "Josie I need the cover finished and sent to my desk by two today if you don't mind. Kevin, please make sure all the children and their respected guardians are here for the fittings after I come out of the meeting I have with the manufacturers." He smiles, "of course, Ms. Blossom. I'll have that done right away." I walk to my office getting my notebook full of information I'll need to discuss. I eventually make it down the hall to a big glass office with a big round table that sat at least twelve people and a window showing downtown New York City. "I'm glad that all of you could make it. I would like to propose the idea of selling to other countries that would like my type of clothing. France, Britain, and Italy are fond of our shipments we have gotten to them now we are working our way to parts in Russia. Since many countries believe its easier to make a profit from imported goods they should be more open to the idea. Calvin Klein, Coco Channel and Kate Spade have already informed me of locations that best fit my style of clothing for the populations. It turns out that one sketch I did in grade school turned into a career. Just make it happen. I've gotten many calls asking why I haven't reached certain areas on the map and the only answer I could come up with was 'It's on the way.'" We got through with all the costs, shipment orders, and quantities before I left to see the children. Now I know a clothing line for children is a little odd but if you think about it it's actually a good idea. I created a colorful yet durable clothing line and the material used is easy to remove any stains that could possibly appear. Knowing any child, there will be a time where they drop a spoon full of sauce, roll in the dirt, or wipe paint-covered hands on their clothes so I came up with this clothing line. That is cute, heavy duty yet easily affordable for all the parents out there.