Alright folks, buckle up ’cause I genuinely wondered: Could I actually become a fashion designer focusing on Spanish styles? Total pipedream vibes at first. Zero clue where to start. So yeah, I figured I’d just dive in headfirst and share the messy, real-deal process.
The Starting Point: Pure Confusion Mode
First off, I typed “how to become a fashion designer in spanish style” into every search bar known to man. Spoiler: Got buried under a landslide of stuff. Fashion schools in Spain? Sure, but I ain’t moving to Madrid tomorrow. Online courses? A dime a dozen, who knows which ones bite. Felt like trying to find clean water in a muddy river. Totally overwhelming.
Getting My Hands Dirty (Literally)
Skipped the paralysis-by-analysis stage real quick. Needed action. My game plan? Pathetic, but honest:
- Scribbled ideas: Found my kid’s old sketchbook and started drawing dresses with swoopy skirts and wild patterns. Let’s be real – they looked like potatoes wearing curtains. Rough.
- Rummaged grandma’s attic: Found an ancient sewing machine that sounded like a dying chainsaw. YouTube tutorials saved my life (’cause hello, threading that beast was impossible). My first project? Trying to hack a plain t-shirt into something with flamenco vibes. Result? One very sad, unevenly sliced shirt. Lesson learned: Fabric scissors are NOT optional.
- Spanish style detective work: I googled Spanish brands till my eyes crossed. Looked at flamenco dresses (those volante ruffles!), checked out Balenciaga’s history (dude was a genius), even stalked Zara’s early designs (it started Spanish!). Noticed patterns everywhere – bold reds, floral explosions, clean shapes with dramatic twists.
The Reality Smackdown
After weeks of glue-gunning my fingers to fabric scraps, truth hit hard. Being a “designer” ain’t just vibes. You gotta actually make stuff that doesn’t fall apart. My basic gaps were huge:
- Sewing skills? Barely: Couldn’t sew a straight line to save my life. Those Youtube gurus make it look too easy.
- Understanding fabric? Felt lost in a textile jungle. Chiffon, linen, silk? What works, what drapes, what’s torture to sew? No idea.
- Pattern-making? Forget it. Converting my potato-dress sketch into real shapes? Felt like rocket science written in hieroglyphics.
Sorta Figuring Out the Path (The Messy Way)
The dream hasn’t died, it just got… louder. I need actual skills if I wanna ditch the potato-dress phase. So here’s my super-not-professional research dump on what it might take:
- Real Skill Grind First: Fashion isn’t pretty pictures. Need hardcore sewing practice (like, daily). Patterns need learning, even if I hate numbers. Sketching needs to become less potato-like.
- Specific Spanish Flavor Study: Found decent English courses online diving into Spanish fashion history and specific garment making (flamenco dresses are their own beast, apparently!). Way cheaper than flying to Barcelona, obviously.
- Small Local Projects? Maybe. Could test super simple stuff – like redesigning accessories inspired by Spanish motifs? Less terrifying than a full dress.
Right Now? Still Covered in Thread Bits
Am I some hotshot designer? HA! My cat’s bedsheet fortress is my most impressive “collection” piece so far. But here’s the raw takeaway: Becoming a fashion designer focused on Spanish style isn’t magic vibes. It starts with truly messing up repeatedly on the basics. Stitching, sketching, understanding why a flamenco ruffle behaves that way – it’s grunt work first, glamour later (maybe). Maybe one day I’ll make something that doesn’t look like a laundry accident. Until then, back to battling the sewing machine.
