I geared up to study civil engineering in France. However, it became ephemeral. Deafness ambushed me day after day. I was unable to follow instructions. During workshops, I was rendered incapacitated. The hullabaloo from bricks falling off shelves, shovels blending cement with water, and caterpillars working tirelessly augmented my predicament. What’s more, the commotion affected my balance. Consequently, I endured intense dizziness. When I started taking ballet classes, my demeanor ameliorated. At the end of the day, I abandoned building airports, bridges, buildings, freeways, roads and skyscrapers. To be frank, I replaced civil engineering with dancing, designing jumpsuits, evening gowns, maternity gowns, short dresses and wedding gowns. At the end of the day, I acquired more than a career in science.
As a matter of fact, both walk hand in hand. I rely upon my creativity and mathematical skills to choreograph dazzling routines and scheme scintillating designs. Hence, they are works of art as well as science. By means of simulations, I climb the tallest mountains in the world, namely Kilimanjaro, Everest and Kea sequentially in thirty minutes. I take my fans to the top of each mountain in ten minutes. I dance with double digits like 11, 12, 13, 14, and 15. 1 designates the lowest part of the mountain and 5 its highest. In other words, the first number represents Mount Kilimanjaro while the second captures its height. Similarly, 21, 22, 23, 24, and 25 signify double figures for Mount Everest. Once more, the first numeral stands for the second mountain and the second announces its height. The same rule also applies to the third mountain. Yet again, 31, 32, 33, 34 and 35 express double ciphers. As expected, the first character refers to Mount Kea whereas the second depicts its height. In essence, I acquaint them with several positive integers, ratios, and sequencing of events.
When I design clothes, I don’t waste fabrics. I use every inch or yard. Without a doubt, a penny saved is a penny earned. Most importantly, my sketches are derived from circles, squares and triangles. For example, the neck of a dress could be shaped in a circular, squared or triangular fashion. The first time, I carved out jumpsuits. During civil engineering workshops, we wore them. When I became pregnant, I graduated to maternity gowns. I crafted seven of them in seven colors. Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo and Violet denote the seven days of the week. They also represent colors of the rainbow. The scientific symbol is Roy G. Biv or VIBGYOR. Many years later, I began to sew evening gowns, short dresses and wedding gowns. In my opinion, every bride needs two evenings gowns, two short dresses and a wedding gown in blue, cream and white colors. If you asked a scientist if black and white were colors, he would answer that white was a color and black wasn’t. If truth be told, designing clothes encompasses Geometry, Mathematics and Physics.
“Why did you design a wedding gown? Where did you learn to design clothes? I like
the wedding gown and short dress,” he said.
“In Paris. I observed haute couture and haute cuisine with my eyes.”
Not surprisingly, a Los Angeles based designer inquired about the rationale behind them. I bought the textiles from his store. Naturally, I responded that I had been dreaming of my wedding day. Later, he invited me to model them. During the time I strutted the haute couture, he glared at my legs. Nonetheless, I didn’t commit his interest to memory. Needless to say, I suffered both recurring amnesia and deafness. As usual, my eyes were wide open.
While we’re on the subject, there wasn’t chemistry. Because of my deafness, my senses are heightened. Yet again, our eyes should have intertwined. It begs the question. Would our marriage have been made in heaven or hell? Hell!! I’ve never been married. I would like to get hitched and have twin boys with the right man. I deserve them. In 2003, my son was abducted. Four months later, my father died of anxiety. For these reasons, I would like to pick up the pieces of cloth and weave them into fascinating colors. I’m a positive thinker. I prefer to revamp my failures into feats.
“If he’s looking at your legs, it means he’s interested in sex,” another man said.
“I disagree! Women wear short skirts all the time. Does it mean, the men at work want
sex? They might be fantasizing. It’s all right to fantasize.”
“When a man looks at your legs, it means he’s only interested in one thing, ” he
rephrased.
“Really? He should look me in the eye.”
In closing, I revolutionized my disappointments into blessings. I swapped civil engineering with dancing and designing clothes. Every day, I boogie with my legs and strut my stuff. Someday, I will showcase them in Paris where they commenced. I’m also a dreamer. Sometimes, dreams come true.