We spent a lot of time enclosed in my parents' dining room that doubled as our make shift sweatshop. Designing-cutting-pinning-sewing-dreaming-eating pretzel M&M’s-was a way out. We found some sort of solitude and comfort in creating what wasn’t previously there. Something to feel, touch and call our own. Looking back I’m not sure if we knew what we were working towards, but damnit we were working. Sometimes that's all we can do isn't it? Follow through the motions, have faith, and trust our guts without knowing the outcome of our actions. As human beings we crave answers, for the unknown tends to be terrifying. However, keep your chin up! The new year is upon us, and although Jan. 1 is simply another day which we have labeled with metaphorical importance, look at it as an opportunity. An opportunity to start anew, uncover belief in yourself, to be inspired; the arise of something beautiful is compelled to come forth.