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#threegirlsinthewoods

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Nevada City, California.

I spent this past weekend up in the woods with Rachel and Aimee: #threegirlsinthewoods. Rachel is creating yoga wear for an in yo' face booty -- InYo, and Aimee is bring back the fanny pack with Reveler. I am so thankful to have the support of two amazing young women that are also starting their own businesses. We all powered through our business plans amongst the tress in a beautiful cabin, thanks to Julie of Nesting Days.

I am so excited for all of our ventures. It's pretty amazing how much collective knowledge we have: Google talk, Patternmaking, crazy start-up experiences, all the stuff we've learned from watching the other apparel, e-commcerce, tech, and other rando businesses here in San Francisco. I can't wait to share what's next for me, but I'll be spending the next few weeks ramping up, sampling and blogging here so stay tuned!

xo,

Stephanie

coming together...

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palmtreescropped San Francisco. April. 2013.

I'm not quite sure what the future holds, but I am sure that I will keep doing what I love best: writing, designing, hanging out with friends, living abroad, and creating my own reality. I think as you get older, that's all you can really do...just keep doing it.

In an attempt to get things more together, I just created a portfolio of some things I've created in and out of my day job. I still have a pinterest board for my writing portfolio. Everything is a work in progress, but you've got to start somewhere.

I remember thinking I would be a lawyer, back when I was in high school. Then I remember wanting to be a film producer, back in college. I remember wanting to be a professor, which I still want to do later in life. I remember wanting to be an artist, when I was teaching English and making art in Bilbao. I remember wanting to be an adult, so I moved back to the US, which was probably stupid. I remember wanting to make money going out, and writing about it, which I did until I got bored. Then I remember wanting to be a barista, because I never was one. Then I was a barista and quit when they started selling hot dogs; I still miss having that constant sense of community. I always remember  writing and making clothes, so I think I'll just stick with those things for the rest of my life. I'm surprised I actually get paid to do both of those things. So, dreams do come true.