It’s the Year of the Mermaid


I saw the sun begin to dim
And felt that winter wind
Blow cold
A man learns who is there for him
When the glitter fades and the walls won’t hold
‘Cause from then, rubble
One remains
Can only be what’s true
If all was lost
Is more I gain
‘Cause it led me back
To you

— From Now On, The Greatest Showman

She resurfaced in the most unexpected way.

It was December 29, 2018. It was freezing in NM and I was feeling the warmth from NYC. I was virtually following along the adventures of a BFF and received the following:

The conversation continued in our group messaging with talk of a Mermaid Parade and tattoo questions.

I was sold. I didn’t know about the Mermaid Parade but Googled upon being told about it. It’s hosted at Coney Island in June. It looks like complete debauchery and a blast (go to Instagram and use #MermaidParade to see for yourself).


A million miles away
Your signal in the distance
To whom it may concern
I think I lost my way
Getting good at starting over
Every time that I return
Learning to walk again
I believe I’ve waited long enough
Where do I begin?
Learning to talk again
Can’t you see I’ve waited long enough?
Where do I begin?

— Walk, Foo Fighters

Who knew that conversation would bring the mermaid back from the deep. She started popping up all over.

But there she was, first at Target. I then started to find mermaids appearing at Pier 1 and Cracker Barrel, on cups and bags, clothing embellished with shiny scales and blankets that mimicked the a mermaid’s tail. I was even made privy to a special edition mermaid cereal. She kept calling and I couldn’t ignore her anymore…I had to revisit the story of the little mermaid.

“I don’t see the same way he does.”

— Ariel, The Little Mermaid

When Disney originally released The Little Mermaid, Ariel and I were the same age, sixteen. While a cartoon, it still spoke to me as I was trying to navigate my own life, find myself, explore and learn on my own. I could SO relate and was connected to Ariel in so many ways: sense of wonder, wanting something more, playfulness and learning through trial in error. Ariel’s father was an authoritarian parent—it’s my way and no other.

Illustration by Meri Fox-Szauter

While the head of my household was my mom, her parenting style was similar and as a stubborn girl, I tended to rebel and do the opposite of what she said. The tale stuck with throughout my young adulthood, when at the age of 20 years old, I decided to get intimate with this character and she was permanently decorated upon my body. Know that it was something that was important to me as I get queasy at the sight of needles and I had already held the hand of several friends in their attempts to decorate their own bodies so I knew the pain they felt going through this process.

My mom was aghast, months later, when she saw what I had done. I remember having a communications professor at UNM talk about the fads of tattoos and people should only get them if they had meaning. He went on to say they weren’t meant to be cute (big eye roll). Another time, I had friend comment that she didn’t understand why people got tattoos; didn’t they think about what would they look like when they turned 90 years old and in a nursing home … First of all, if I am blessed to live to be 90 years old, I will grateful that I lived that long and oh boy, will I tell the stories of my mermaid (and I’m sure they will be embellished with all the years of living).

The years passed and while she was with me, she is in an inconspicuous place. So, at times it was like she wasn’t present. It wasn’t until that winter night that she resurfaced and with power. Because it had been many years since I last watched the movie, I decided to view it again. This time I watched it from an adult perspective, and I found a whole new world (get it…oh wait, wrong Disney movie…) and I dived right in (it’s late and I’m getting loopy…you can laugh, I won’t tell).

For a number of years, I had conformed to the norm or what was expected of me. I had forgotten who I was, and I let someone (or actually a few people) compromise ME and steal my voice. I had felt like I had been buried beneath a boulder in the depths of the sea. In re-watching the movie, here is what I now found:

  • There are people that may come across as harsh, but maybe they are doing it out of love and don’t really know how to communicate with you.
  • Watch out for sea witches. They are real. They covet what you have, and are lurking in every dark corner waiting for the opportunity to steal your spirit.
  • There are things in life that will take you out of your element. You need to try them anyways.
  • You’ve got to walk before you run, but wobble with the best of them.
  • You may fall, but you will learn.
  • No one can save you, only you can (even if he is a prince).
  • And always remain true to your voice!

This mermaid soul has been refreshed. Nautical themes are swimming around in my design mind…so more to come (I know if I point it out, it’s not funny, so I hope you found it on your own). I’ll let you know how the Mermaid Parade plays out in June. In the meantime, if you see some fun mermaid themed products send me a photo (I’m a collector of memories, not things–too much dusting).

With light and love,
Dara Sophia

Wanderlust

My all-time favorite place to work in NYC, The Hudson Commons

Yesterday, I ran to a local fabric store looking for last minute embellishments for a dress I’m working on. Going through the rows and rows of material, nothing spoke to me. Even as I sit in front of my computer, I am at a loss of words. I am not feeling inspired and it is the worst feeling. I know why; I am lacking miles.

While I have not become an international traveler just yet, I have been fortunate enough to travel out of state at least once a quarter. In fact, last year because of my work obligations, my yearning to see friends and spend quality time with my kids, I clocked 28,722 miles, visited 8 states and the District of Columbia. I provided a glimpse as a tour guide to friends and family members who hadn’t visited some of my favorite places. I worked on a mountain top and near the coast line. I had one-on-one time with each of my kiddos (I decided for their birthdays that they would receive gifts of experiences and memories, not material items). I witnessed their grins from ear-to-ear as they were able to enjoy their passions of musical theater and outdoor art and beauty. We, the three amigos, traveled a trifecta of times together as a pack, and they were able to sit front row for one of my shows on a hotel rooftop on a beautiful, CLEAR afternoon in San Francisco and got to experience the magic of NYC during the Christmas season. I was able to take them along because of the gifts I received throughout the year and the points I had accumulated.

A travel must…fresh flowers from local markets like these peonies from Seattle’s Pike Market.

My daughter taught me that I should ALWAYS book a hotel room with a freestanding tub and fill it with flowers and local bath products because that, in itself, is a vacation even when it is a work trip.

Taking Reservations for NYFW SS19 and AW19 seasons. Inquire within. 🙂

Nothing makes me smile more than giving someone a glimpse of my New York and definitely, love when I get to show my travel companions Fashion Week.

But the best thing about traveling is immersing yourself into the location. Do you ever travel and just people watch? I do this ALL THE TIME. Either sitting at a café, patio or walking around the city with my earbuds in and shades on. I love hearing the languages swirling around my head and seeing the street fashion (it’s just as incredible in Denver as it is in NYC). And when I don’t have the budget to travel afar, I travel to my little piece of Europe–Santa Fe, NM. I sit on the patio at Mangiamo Pronto, with my Prosecco and Caprese Salad and watch what is happening around me.

Why do I love to travel? It opens up a world of possibilities in my creativity. It gives me sanity and it reminds me of the freedom I have to explore new places. I actually enjoy the open road more than traveling by plane when I can. My reason: I get to explore hidden places along the way, see the beauty of the landscape and skylines, listen to my favorite music while playing Carpool Karaoke AND if I am the passenger, dance in my seat (well sometimes, when I’m driving solo on a long stretch of highway I dance in the driver seat). Once I reach my destination I try to take advantage of what my destination has to offer: cuisine, art, outdoors, music, sports and relaxation.

Air travel is not glamorous in my mind. Gone are the days of dressing up and the customer experience; it’s more like a cattle round up (I’ll let you know if that changes when I get my own private jet). I have to be careful what I pack, plan on being at the airport two hours early (I don’t like running to the gate…I missed more than one flight because back up at security). In certain airports, I need to be prepared that once I do pass through security, that the gate will change and I’ll have to run through the airport to the right gate like Home Alone, or even better, my flight will be delayed and my original arrival time of 8:00pm becomes midnight (or more like the red-eye pushed out an additional hour and a half on the day before your fashion show).

Traveling, I only stop at exits
Wondering if I’ll stay (stay)
Young and restless
Living this way, I stress less – Nelly Furtado

Travel is not without it’s pitfalls. As I mentioned missed flights and delays, I’ve also dealt with lost luggage, getting lost in general, and if you read, I Scream. You Scream., sometimes it doesn’t start off on the right foot. One time, I actually forgot my purse at home on a west coast road trip. I didn’t realize it until we reached Gallup, NM and went to pay for something. Thank God it was my birthday (my actual birthday), so my wish that year was that no one could be mad at me when we had to turn around to get it (it added 3 hours to our first destination, Las Vegas, NV, and became comedic story later).

So when I saw the AirBNB commercial in response to the Supreme Court’s decision to uphold the ban on certain countries’ citizens traveling to the United States, it made me realize how important it is to us, as human beings, to travel to different places. We learn about cultures through the experience of sights, sounds, touch, taste and feels. We learn to appreciate differences and similarities that we all have. Our country from the very beginning was made up of explorers: from the first citizens who crossed over the Bearing Strait to the Europeans conquerors. I can’t believe we aren’t welcoming ALL just because a select few have done harm. If that was the case, I’m surprised we, as Americans, haven’t been banned from traveling to most foreign countries because of the current administration’s isolationist and divisive attitudes, and the treatment of migrant families seeking asylum.

From my view at NYU’s Women’s Entrepreneurial Festival to Urban Chicness in Nob Hill (ABQ photo via Erin Killion Photography)

My design has been influenced by the places I’ve visited. The colors, the access to fabric and materials, the sights and structures all play a role and that influence is from traveling stateside. Sometimes my photos are even printed on the materials I use.

And here I am today, again feeling the need, no, the intense craving to travel. I went into 2018, visiting NYC once again for fashion week and again being able to see NYC for the first time through the eyes of one of my best friends, Laura. A month later, I was playing at Universal Studios with my kids and enjoying the sound of the ocean. I layered this leisure with work in the LA garment district.

I went into the year planning to show for the first time internationally with an invitation to London Fashion Week, immediately contacting the BG to get to work on teaching me French because I was definitely going to cross the Chunnel into Paris for a spell.

And then life happened, as it normally does, my contract ended. The lack of income stability, car problems and other unexpected expenses zapped my bank account. Fortunately, the start of a new position is helping me get back on track and catch up on outstanding bills from a few months of being unemployed. However with the start of a any new role, no available paid time off yet, and the lack of seniority to ask for time off, I had to rethink how to fill this wanderlust. I’ve considered a weekend road trip–going to Scottsdale, but as hot as it’s been here, I opted to not spend time on the surface of the sun in July. I was also invited to go to Denver and nearly hit the road a few weeks ago but the stars didn’t align, so instead for the moment, I’ve been living vicariously through friends and family that have been sharing their domestic and international travel photos or even better yet, sending me post cards (P.S. I love receiving them! You can send them to me at PO Box 65035, ABQ, NM 87193 with the simple note…”wish you were here”). I love those photos more when they include a little Hopeless + Cause Atelier.

A family trip to the Badlands of North Dakota and Mount Rushmore included a H+CA tee (and a special young man who celebrates his birthday also on July 5th…happy birthday month A!)

I’m about half way through my birthday month, and who knows. I may hit the road to go hiking on my mountain or head out of state for a little escapade. Maybe I’ll just take the train to Santa Fe and play tourist in my favorite American-European town. I will get back in my travel grove soon enough and get that injection of inspiration (even blogging about it NOW has got my mind churning and I realized the dress I’m completing is traveling to Egypt). Until then, I keep this close to me:

I LOVE this but don’t know who to credit.

With light and love and a touch of wanderlust, and wondering, where are you traveling to?

Dara Sophia