The Room Next Door

I opened the door and the room was covered in snow, powder milk white veil guarding the rails, smelling a gardenias. The mantle was freshly decorated in beige on top, bedazzled with gold. The dining table was rectangular, embroidered tablecloth with stripes on the edge, adorned by yellow tussles. The wall told fiery songs acapella, lyrics to the melodious space. The seats were brand new, puffy on top, legs crossed, embezzled with potpourri, the color of pinot noir. There were flowers sprinkled in every corner of the room; yellow here, beige there, white here, cream there everywhere my eyes landed. It was a sea of sedative colors, a veil of undiscovered pond, antidote to my amen of glory, rival only to that perfect room mom gave me for my sweet sixteenth but jolly to the girl next door.

©️Angela Aguiar

My Art, My Creation, My Work

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There is always a reason a person stops doing something. Mine is simple, I have been busy handling my other passion, designing.

You see, I am a woman show. I live in a schizophrenic world, no pun intended as  many family members are affected by the disease but my hands are like tentacles extending everywhere.  They move around faster then birds migrating south. I am just creative so they say.

I have been spending a lot time lately creating fantastic pieces and participating in many shows, leaving me with this much window to write but it is not an excuse. 

Once upon a time, I wanted to be a fashion designer so I began sewing, to the point I had my own clients, high school friends, a skill I learned from my mother at tender age of 16. I was riding high, I loved it but it all stopped when I moved to the States where you live and breathe ready to wear, and college took over. 

I was creating and it felt great to see my work on others. Undone, I moved on, dreaming on becoming a fabric designer. So, I began sketching while innocently searching for factories with no way of knowing it would come to fulfillment.

As fait would have it, I ended up in the same city the factories were to be located but as it has happened with many factories, they moved to China. However, the world today is our oyster. We live in the digital age where anything and everything is possible as long as you try.

I thought about combining my two loves, well one of many, designing and sewing and create beautiful pieces for a long, long time but kept putting it in the back burner. I had ideas, may ideas and they were that, ideas until now.

It is without further ado that I present you my first installment of my two loves. The fabric you see, it is mine and the bags, I made them from head to toe.  They are ©Ampablue Creations. Hope you love them as much as I loved making them.