It’s times like this when I wish I was American instead of British. American culture encourages you from an early age to big yourself up – that confidence is essential to drive you forward in life. I feel very British right now. Having to talk about what I think I’m good at makes me want to curl up in a ball in the corner and hope no one sees this.
It reminds me of a time at school in England when a girl in my class had bitched about how I apparently thought I was “soooo good at art”, behind my back of course (don’t you just miss school?). Honestly, I wasn’t big headed about it at all so where her outburst came from I really couldn’t say. I didn’t care how bad or good I was. I just loved art. I would pretend I was injured so I could get out of PE and go to the empty classroom to paint, I doodled during other classes, I made comic books at home, all for the pure love of it.
So, I’m going to be brave and share my opinion of my talent with strangers. Lets do this. I’m good at drawing. Scratch that, I’m a freaking FANTABULOUS illustrator! I always wanted to be something creative when I was younger but somewhere along the way I guess I lost my way. I somehow managed to get into business studies at college (definitely not arty), then fashion business (slightly more creative) at uni.