I got out the scissors around 9pm last Tuesday. I took out a pair of red boy basketball shorts. No one had legitimately worn them in at least five years. they were my sisters she gave me as a gift, although it was more trash to her than a present worth granting. Her trash, however, was my fortune; right away I saw the opportunity. However, I was scared. I stored them away until that night. I got a rush of adrenline and cut the crotch as a whole. It was lopsided but I didn’t care — my vision was being completed.

In these few seconds of courage is what my project is all about. Later that week I would refine the look of the crop top. But for now, the cut is what matters: it’s the start of something new. You must have a vision at this point however, your vision is not real. you must have hope too– that whatever happens, you will be able to make it work. This was my favorite moment yet in the senior projects. It was exhilarating. Plus, The end result is going to be really cool! I plan on using the top as one item in one of my final outfits!