The not so perfect, perfect working plan.

and new hights

Today I arrived at my new home on Galiano Island. I had to take the late ferry due to a number of unforeseen events that delayed my perfect working plan. Of course this perfect working plan had no time allotted for unseen mishaps and events, therefore not so perfect as I had once thought.

In the beginning of every ones life they are born a tiny infant, and rely on other people to feed them, clothe, them, wipe their asses and so forth. The same can be said at the end of our lives, as we grow into a geriatric state, we require the same assistance. Oddly enough I am neither an infant or an ailing geriatric person, but for the last few months have found myself in need of those around me… seemingly unable to do the things i need without a very tight support system. It is this collection of people that have single, or multiplehandedly brought me to this place today. Being an independent person for the better part of my life, moving out at 17, starting businesses, and not leaning on others for things I can provide myself, this has been especially challenging.

Because I had a store, and because it closed, and because I didn’t fight the landlord on mold issues I was left with debt. Because my dad died, my mom bought me a car, but because I had store debt I sold the car. But because I put the money in a bank account, the same bank that held my store debt, the bank took all my money. Because the bank took my money, I had none left. Because I had no money left I was unable to sort out my credit, and therefore have no ability to have a credit card. I get around it by having a prepaid credit card. But because I was moving to Galiano Island with a large sewing machine I needed to rent a truck. And did you know that car rental places don’t accept pre-paid credit cards? Yeah, me neither.


After staying with a friend for a couple weeks in her studio loft apartment, I had to call another friend to ask if she could rent me the truck with her credit card. She agreed, and drove me to the pick up location. After renting the vehicle the man told me that my license was expired and I would not be able to drive it. My credit card friend had to go home and take her kids to school, so I called in another friend. I asked my biking buddy if he would come to the van place and agree to be the driver of the van.. essentially agreeing to take me all the way to Galiano. He agreed and came riding up at right away.

The week previous I divided up my stuff between the studio loft friend and my gastown friend. They so kindly are storing my things in their storage spaces for me. So my bike friend and I went around and gathered the Galiano items. At this point it is already past the ferry time and the truth sets in that my perfect working plan has failed me.

I take my biking friend for breakfast as a small token of my appreciation, and kill the day fixing my bike, getting a drivers license, then head out to the ferry for 7pm

After navigating the dark street to the house we pull up and I just start taking it all in.

The house.

The house is….. well I have no words. Its made of glass, its spacious and cozy at the same time, its modern with the right amount of rustic charm. It s breathtaking and marvelous and I had no idea that it was going to be this wonderful. Its on the beach…there are seals, and jelly fish, deer, and birds basically in the yard… if you count the ocean as part of the yard, which I do. unfamiliar

I am grateful for my glass house friend who has agreed to let me stay here this winter. My glass house friend is a believer in talent, in youth, and in sharing what you have to those that it well benefit. My glass house friend is becoming one of my favorite people. Not just because of their generosity but because of glass’s attitude, perspective outlook on life. It’s not often you meet someone like glass.brings

Day one started with a hitch, well ,many actually, but what good adventure doesn’t

Let this be the official shout out to all those who have been in my support network over the last months. There are so many of you that haven’t gotten mention here, so allow me to just list ya’ll. Island friend, yoga friend, bute friend, cliff friend, downttown friend, tinytown friend, bleeblah friend, postitnote friend, mommy friend and more, i know there are… Without you literally none of this will would have been possible. And this winter is going to change my life, and you have yourselves to thank for that.

This place is off the hook,I am in love with quietness for now ……. and I also start my new job soon which should be very intersting.

Til next time.



Off to the Island, Galiano that is. For some inspiration and world of design.

In every ones life on a number of occasions the stars align, doors are opened and prayers are answered. And sometimes, on rarer occasions all of the above happen at the same time. This is what is has just happened for me. I have been given the opportunity to live on Galiano Island for the winter in the most beautiful home, to have this time to dive into my designs, dig deep into the creative side and sew.

I will be working a few days at the local coffee shop called Grand Central and all my other time will be spent creating, drawing, writing, sewing and being secluded in the woods with my dog. I will be blogging my experience as a type of experiment. For those people interested in the process behind the art, what a person goes through to make a beautiful collection, and how an artist fares in the woods alone you should tune in over the next months.

This marks the start of journey. A journey of facing fears, a journey of expression, a journey of going inside and a discovery of self that manifests itself as an enchanting collection of clothes.


photo by kris krug

kdon Clothes in Vancouver Fashion Show

Made In VancouverIt’s true, yes, I am going to write a blog. You are about to witness the first kdon post on my new little website here. (insert crowd cheering)

So the long and short of it is, I make clothes. This fall/winter will be the launch of my first ever mini collection, which I am totaly stoked about. Fall is my favorite fashion season of all, getting cozy, wrapping up in warm fabrics, layering and the ever faithful knitted scarf makes fall joyous.

To catch a sneak peak of whats to come from my kdon line (and three other local designers), I ‘d like to extend the open invitaion to everyone to come to a fashion show. It will be held at the Alibi room(157 Alexander) on Nov 20, at 7pm.

It is a charity fund raiser for the program WEAVE. The cost is $15 at the door. There will be complimentary appies and an awsome dance/fashion show by the tomorrow collective. Other local designers participating in the showare mono clothing and hunt and gather, there are a couple others that have left my memory now, but I will be back to let you know.

I suppose this concludes my first blog. I’ll be back again… thanks for tuning in, unitl next time, stay cozy, be warm, get a 2 meter scarf and love your enemy. :)

..okay the other designers have come to me.. they are

daye mens wear

red flag designs