Personal Narrative Essay

I remember in fourth grade my teacher insisted that we come to school the following day dressed as we would in our dream career. In that moment, I realized how I enjoyed creating new ideas and designing fashion. I then reminisced on the day I got my first Barbie. I use to mix and match her clothing with previous dolls I owned. I wanted all my Barbies to look original, unlike most little girls who bought their matching clothes in a plastic pack. In my spare time, I would pull out my favorite notepad and design my one of a kind sketches that I had visioned on New York City's runways. I was very appreciative when my mother taught me how to sew. I was able to put my creative ideas on to paper and then make my art a reality. Learning how to sew made realize how close I could be in becoming a fashion designer. …show more content…
I imagined myself sitting at my brown hardwood table preparing my sewing machine. I grabbed my brand new silver needle and camouflage thread, and I positioned the tools into my white and blue sewing machine labeled "Brother" across the top. I slid my soft royal blue cotton fabric underneath the sewing needle and pressed my foot lightly on the bumpy pedal. The sewing machine came to life with a roaring sound. Instantly, the small silver needle arose and begun a ripple of up and down movements. The needle released the camouflage thread into the cotton fabric tightly securing what I folded. I concluded my final product as a shirt after positioning the fabric in various rotations and