I am not a very good drawer. My drawing skills were last methodically tuned up while learning how to draw croquis (fashion figures) in my sophomore year Apparel Design courses, way back when I was still aspiring to move to New York and make my mark on the fashion scene. Fast forward to an already-pitch-black-at 6:30 January evening and me dutifully bundling up to head to my first figure drawing class. Figure drawing classes are an exciting way to practice drawing skills. There is an element of action and a comparison of perception and personality between you, your models and the other participants in the exercise. Also, there's usually a naked person. In an only-in-New-York move, the Brookly

It seems appropriate to climb back on the blog horse as this week, I quit my job. For the first time in many years, I left without another waiting in the wings and with no safety net in place. As a 34-year-old with a twelve-year-dusty bachelor's degree in French living in the most expensive city in America, you might be glad you're not my parents. My steady-like-a-rock boyfriend is quick to remind me that I am not going forward without a job. That, in fact, I am headed into the more challenging, riskier and harder-to-succeed-in line of work known as self-employed. A seasoned veteran of self-employment, he understands the reality and the real work it takes to transition in life from employed