My first morning on Substack: business in making. How’s it gonna go?
There are a few things that have contributed to the fact that I am on Substack today.
First of all, I finally kicked myself off Instagram. It’s been a while since I had to do it. Instagram has a very toxic and draining environment, and it is not good for my mental health to be there regularly.
It really depends on how you build your algorithm, though.
But that’s not the point.
Instagram is an uncle who walked me to the door, but the door I am opening myself.
I am creating my own clothing brand!
I have a regular job, so I do not have any expectations for this project to pay my bills, so I can really just ENJOY CREATING STRESS-FREE.
What a pleasure, what a blessing.
Sometimes the consequences of the total collapse are that you realize that they tried to sell us soulless jobs as passions while keeping art for the privileged, or brave and insane, and coming back to your childhood dreams is actually the only way.
My grandmother was always making her own clothing, and I was very impressed by it. So I asked her to teach me too, and I remember I was 13 years old when I said that I wanted to make my own clothing, as a profession. And she refused.
I was shocked. Why wouldn’t you want to share your knowledge within your family, and why would you deprive yourself of such a nice grandmother-granddaughter moment? She answered that I am too smart to do manual labor. Leave alone the fact that I wouldn’t call design manual labor, since it is very creative, and it requires a lot more intelligence than most of the email jobs, but the point is…. this approach ruins dreams and devalues professions. That’s just not nice.
In either case, I was first discouraged and then even prohibited from continuing to pursue my interest in it, and I had to go to study social sciences for 7 years at university.
Master’s Degree in Sociology at the best university in my country; Erasmus+ in Germany for Cultural studies; rewards; career in Paris; blablabla….
Can I sew now?