Slits

Originally published on my previous blog, the edge hunter, during 2 June 2015.

Now that our summer is almost here, I feel like being free. I say our summer, because  the rest of Europe is enjoying a fair amount of sunshine by now. Nothing says free like a maxi dress or skirt. These are my absolute summer staples. Besides the fact that they make me feel flirty, sexy, beautiful and feminine, they can be dressed up or down. Can we say the S word here? Well I guess it's ok :). I had a strong desire to wear a slit, so I went ahead to gratify myself with a maxi skirt. My initial plan, was to make a dress but after much pacing in the room, making a skirt made more sense because It would be versatile.

In My Mother's Heels

Originally published on my previous blog, the edge hunter, during 22 June 2015.

My favourite thing about films is the costumes. It is through them that we understand the nature of the character. Whether they are rich or poor, a superhero or evil, It's all in the costumes. It's also the way we go back in time. I love classic outfits. I find them very flattering to a woman's body, and absolutely sexy. I wanted to go back in time a little bit with this outfit. Well, to be honest, I think I live there. I love how feminine women were back then.

Genius Within

Originally published on my previous blog, the edge hunter, during 16 June 2015.

Growing up, I was fortunate to spend a lot of time with my maternal grandmother.  I adore her for many reasons aside from being a wonderful grandmother. She had several nicknames for me, one being Mimiri the name I have chosen for my designs. Mimiri means beloved.

Flower Power

Originally published on my previous blog, the edge hunter, during 28 May 2017.

I was so fascinated by my mother's dresses when I was young. I remember gazing at the prints for hours, marvelling at how they managed to put them on a piece of clothing.  Beautiful clothes when I was young, had flowers/print. Wearing bold plain colours, was left for men and even back then, wearing a flowered shirt for a man was not out of the ordinary. When my friends and I would talk of a new dress our parents may have purchased, the  description would consist mainly of flowers and pink. And for those who understand Kikuyu, we referred to them as nguo ya mahua. The mention of flowers automatically meant beautiful.