I wrote about the designing class I took a few weeks ago, but the result didn’t feel right so I didn’t post it. I’ve thought it over since, so I’ve taken another stab at it.
I had high hopes for the Designing for Beginners class. I’d just
taken the dyeing class and I felt I was moving forward in my
quest for fiber mastery. One of the many things I’ve daydreamed* about
being is a knitwear designer. It blends my love of creating with my love
of yarn – and I'd get paid for it. Best of all possible worlds, right? So,
when I saw that there was a beginning designer class, I jumped at the
chance to take it. And then I hit the wall formed when daydream meets
the real world.
I thought I was going to a technical class. I’d thought I’d be
learning about how to choose a collar on a sweater or recommendations
for stitch patterns that are the most flattering for pear shaped women. I
thought it would be about helping me on my way to figuring out designs
that worked. Perhaps we’d get suggestions to keep us from accidentally
designing a sack with sleeves and calling it a sweater. That was not the
class I took.
The class I attended was much more business focused. We covered the
importance of technical editors. We talked about creating and submitting
proposals to yarn companies. We learned a whole bunch about the online
world of publishing and tips and tricks to get our designs noticed. All
these things are important to know. And I am certain the knowledge and
guidance that Elizabeth, from Dark Matter Knits, imparted will be
invaluable. But I’ve got one crochet accessory pattern and part of a
blanket pattern worked out. I’m not there yet.
I don’t want to leave you with the impression that I didn’t enjoy
the class. I did. The cross pollination of ideas was inspiring, and the
look behind the scenes was informative. But I feel like there’s this
chasm between where I am now and being a professional designer. I’m
working on building a bridge to cross it; I’m taking classes, learning
more about fiber and the fabric it creates, and collecting ideas for
patterns. The class pointed out how far I’ve got to go. I’m not as far
along as I thought I was.
*I’ve also daydreamed about becoming a professional model, or
actress. I know better than to think too hard about making those a
reality. Being the height I am, never mind my weight, makes the first
idea an impossibility, and the second highly unlikely.