I’m in the car outside the fabric store as it opens at 10:00 am. Had to have one more pair of pants. Race back to the studio. Cut, pin, sew. Cut, pin, sew. One more custom OMARI debossed “O”. Check off the piece on the model sheet, and fold gently, into giant rolling bags. 25 complete looks. Don’t forget my outfit. Pack up the sewing kit, leather needles, and spray starch. 86 degrees already as I load up the car…

Time is compressed and stretched by gravity. Recently, I’ve nerded out over PBS’ ‘Einstein’s Theory of Relativity’ and the theory that we all get heavier at high tide due to mineral content interacting with the moon's pull. Humbug! My time experience comes from emotional overreactions to things that happen to me. When I committed OMARI to a runway show at Charlotte Fashion Week in June, the end of September was a long time away. Stress and adversity compressed four months into milliseconds…

The First Law of Trip Planning states that as the linear number of travelers/planners rises, the potential for useless suggestions, debate, delay, and drama increases exponentially. After three months, the ski trip had two original participants uncommitted, one random waffled in and out, and no tickets booked…

If I tried to think of all the “firsts” starting the company would require and write a list of them, OMARI would not exist. I’ll be writing the list forever.

Good thing I’m not a planner, I trust my heart.

My entrepreneurial method is to spot the end goal as if it’s a ship I am supposed to sail on, which has already left port. I try to get on board by sprinting to the pier and jumping off the end, dropping my luggage, restraint, and fear into the water…

Today I skied for the first time. I started late, at 16 years old. My parents don’t ski, and flat Chicago, Illinois, has few hills within striking distance. My friend, who grew up in the penthouse apartment of a hotel downtown just off Michigan Avenue, went skiing all the time. He did family Christmas in Aspen every year, and his father was a volunteer ski patroller at Wilmot Mountain…