Job Interviews, or making yourself seem awesome

Jacket: thrifted Pants: Joe Shoes: Roberto Vianni Shirt: Olive and Oak

So I finished school last week, and I had my first real interview on Monday. Of course I woke up sick as a dog that day, that's just the way things go.. last time I had an interview I crashed my car on the way there. It's inevitable (and in all honesty I was a little thankful to be sick because maybe I'd used up all my bad luck and my car would stay scratch-free).

And just like that...

... It's finished. Two years gone. I have a diploma in fashion design and my grade 2 self would be so proud. When presented with that looming question so long ago, "what do you want to be when you grow up" I had two answers: either a veternarian or a fashion designer (which I quickly narrowed to one option after my brother told me that being a vet would entail gross procedures). It's been fate from the start.