After meeting with the Barbie bride, I went back to my condo without calling Jimmy or Guy or Felicity or any of my other friends in the area. I was excited about getting started on Max’s project even though I was puzzled about the man himself. He’d called my clothes beautiful, I remembered. Maybe we could get to be friends after all.
I changed outfits, donning my designer denim pants, pure cotton argyle sweater, and knee-high boots. Okay, so everything was in a different solid color: red pants, purple sweater, and yellow boots. With the green belt and orange scarf, I felt perfect. I couldn’t even imagine what Max would make of my outfit.
Unlike many designers who use CAD and other computer programs for their designs, I’m old school. I draw my elevations myself as well as all the renderin
