Dolly Parton said it best: Tumble outta bed and I stumble to the kitchen. Pour myself a cup of ambition. And yawnin’, stretchin’, try to come to life.
Get my kids ready for school. My 11-year-old daughter bounces out of bed while my nine-year-old son requires a drill sergeant-like pep talk.
Say goodbye. Push the little ones out the door.
Shower and dress.
Walk to my office (a.k.a. my dining room) and sort through emails. Make sure my sketches, flats and fabrics are ready for my pattern-maker.
My pattern-maker and seamstress arrive.
Field requests from my production team, my accountant, sales person and PR team. There are always questions that need answering.
I have a bite to eat — something simple from the kitchen because I don’t have much time. This brand is my baby and I need to make sure she is well taken care of.
Garment District. Run from factory to fabric vendor, checking on production.
Arrive home and quickly go over with my pattern-maker and seamstress what they have done for the day before they leave.
Make sure the kids do their homework, shower, brush their teeth and get ready for bed.
Order dinner from Serafina and try to eat before 9 PM, which doesn’t always happen because that’s bedtime and my kids need a lot of encouragement to actually get in bed and go to sleep. I swear they’d stay up every night until 1 AM if they could.
The witching hour. My least favorite part of the day. The battle for bed, as I call it.
ME TIME!!! Grab my laptop in bed and review work emails and design patterns with Adobe Illustrator and Photoshop. I know it seems like more work, but being creative is therapeutic for me so I love the quiet time to focus alone.
Watch a movie or a DVR-ed TV show (Boss, Homeland or even Lost reruns) and then hit the hay.