My life at the moment is a bit like my wardrobe. Organized chaos.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I call my life a beautiful mess and organised chaos. It's just always been like that. My entire life things have been attracted to me and vice versa that turn into chaotic nightmares or I create the chaos myself.
My life has always been chaotic. From the time I got dressed in the back of a deflated, flat-tired, fish-smelling station wagon for Rocky. It's always been do it yourself, kind of like paper-clip it together.
I feel like every day of my life is a funny wardrobe malfunction!
I've had to adapt my wardrobe to my various roles, both at the office, as a mom, and for television. When I shop for the season I look for pieces that will suit every facet of my daily life, not just one single occasion.
I love everything to be organized and clean... all the time.
I am so organized that it's dysfunctional. Everything has a place. I am a very visual person, so my environment is important to me. If my environment is messy, I can't think clearly. I don't like clutter. A clean desk is a clean mind for me.
The clothes that I design and everything I've done is about life and how people live and how they want to live and how they dream they'll live. That's what I do.
Every little detail of my life is, and has always been, surrounded by fashion - from the cup I drink my coffee from in the morning to my constant travels - fashion always pops up somewhere and somehow.
I love organization, so I split my clothes into two closets according to seasons.
I'm kind of a neat freak. My place is really organized. My socks are even organized: colors and sizes.