Fashion fest has come to an end and getting ready to bus back to Ottawa (I'm just that glamorous I know.) I had to figure out how on earth I was going to carry three huge bags of fabric that I couldn't live without...We'll put that into the category of more things I don't think about, an over filled backpack, and still lacking an ability to speak French. The last one was only really an issue with the Uber driver I used to get to the bus station. All worked out though! I mean, I did knock over a table while trying to lift my bags...but we don't talk about that.
My mind has been filled over the past few days in Montreal, probably even more then my bags. Talking to some of these vendors at the fashion pop-up shops have been both extremely intimidating, says me who's six foot and already intimidating, and inspiring. Some of these shop owners are in their first year of business! ...ok. So that part makes me want to hide under a rock, but it also gives me hope of what I can achieve in a year. If I work hard, which I'm sure my best friend will be on me if I don't. The conferences I was lucky enough to attend all showed examples of amazingly talented people who were given a chance and were not afraid to follow their dreams. (If all else fails I might have a calling to write sappy inspirational quotes. Hallmark? Hiring!?)