Okay. New week, new rabbit hole. Same theme: what do fashion, storytelling and rest have in common? I’m going to be a social archeologist until I grok this equation thoroughly. I’m certain there is some pearl of useful wisdom in here that I can build my empire on. Or at least get inspired to get out of the chair…

Enter Mary Portas, Habitat Voyeur. The creator of the kindness economy, Queen of Shops, considered a conscious entrepreneur, and dare I add, wizardess extraordinaire? Let’s just say, she gets it. She came from the future back to rescue us from ourselves and walk us into a new paradigm. We need a new paradigm. Sustainable. Inclusive. And nothing if not hopeful.

Very few people know that my teenage years revolved around fashion. My parents indulged my obsession by letting me go to finishing school on Saturdays during junior high. In addition to the cost involved, it meant my Mother drove downtown, about 20 miles each way from our suburban home, to drop me off and then again to pick me up eight hours later. That’s where I learned fencing, among other (mostly useless) skills. I loved it.

Around this same time it happened that my sister’s piano teacher had a daughter who produced shows at the big network affiliate in Detroit. Mrs. Hanes suggested her daughter use me as a model for The Jackie Crampton Fashion Hour, which followed the mid-day news on ABC. I guess you could say I was “discovered” in my own home. It began a bit of a teenage dream career, and before long I was making better money than I’d ever earn again the rest of my life. I worked as a model and then as a dresser and fashion assistant for Saks Fifth Avenue, and then for Belle Jacob Wigs. At the time they were one of the largest wig manufacturers in the world. I fell in love with wigs. I found I could create an entirely new persona on a daily basis. They really are an art medium all their own.

My first semester of college was in fashion illustration at The Detroit School of Arts and Crafts (now the College for Creative Studies.) But long before that I got in trouble in grade school for making anatomically correct paper dolls. It hadn’t occurred to me not to draw them correctly. Duh. By high school in the 60’s, where the girls were required to wear dresses, I was shopping at St. Vincent de Paul and other charity shops and taking the clothes apart and reconfiguring them to make outrageous outfits – but they had skirts! I was born this way, apparently. I still design clothes in my dreams. I often get up and draw them so that I won’t forget them. I have designed entire lines of shoes – none of them brown. Decades ago I designed a line of attachable pockets that you could mix and match and move from garment to garment. And a series of baggy linen tops with subtle tarot symbols embroidered on them. I’d love to wear them all.

But it was a different era. And I was learning to survive in a chaotic and sometimes violent home. A career in fashion was not to be. Mary Portas exemplifies the business woman I would like to support. Well, second only to Estella, perhaps. I do love trouble…

Mary Portas, Work Like A Woman, A Manifesto For Change, https://amzn.to/4edEGkN