The Owner • February 17, 2024

When I was in highschool I started to love fashion. I remember telling my Dad I wanted to be a lawyer, and I never wanted kids. Today I have a son , I still love law, but I am not an attorney. I am a FASHION DESIGNER! My 9th grade home EC( home economics) teacher Mrs. Moore taught me to sew. She was one of my favorite teachers might I add. She taught me how to create a bag. It was pink with purple, teal, yellow polka dots and green lettering that spelled my name . I enjoyed it so much I desired to become a designer. I also wanted to become a model . Back then short woman couldn't become models, but I begged to differ . Eva Marcille still made it . America's next top model was may favorite show when it first came aired, and in 2020 I twisted my ankle coming off my stairs trying to runway walk . After getting it bandaged I laid down binge watching old episodes for days. I had no idea I was being prepped to run my own fashion house then . In 2021 my God gave me vision that I would become a part time designer. I was just learning to draw my designs, and I was frustrated. He asked me to make a list of goals . One of them was to become a designer. Today I own Ebonys Fashion LLC. My God was my investor. Before I got the business I was about to become a cocktail waitress at The Henry in downtown Dallas. I thought it would be fun, and I could showcase my talent there. There was a man who stopped me with a prophecy on my way into the interview. He started telling me about the favor I had earned, and praying for me . I felt like a model headed to a go-see dodging cars, and jaywalking to get to the manager before he stopped interviewing at 5pm. The clock read 4:30, and I was almost late. I knew I had surely heard the Lord say go there. There is a man I'm interested in who goes  there . It wasn't my God obviously because, this man came talking to me totally ruining my moment there with his big mouth . I can still hear him today. I loved his prophecy, but he was standing in the way of my fate. I needed to become approachable to him. On the way back to my car I couldn't help, but wonder why I had gone there. I didn't care for the man's attention as much as I do now, but I'd like to think that prophet robbed me of something. I felt it was the wrong divine encounter. Then when I got to my car I missed my exit  in the garage, and came out into coming traffic. An ambulance spared me from being hit , and my Dad called me a few weeks later with the parking garage bill. *Snickering* I pleaded the fifth . In all honesty I couldn't remember, because I absolutely adore downtown so, I could remember when this could have happened . I was trying to forget about that garage all together. I am a city girl . I love big lights, the compliments on my attire, the business men, the skyscrapers, the paintings, the courts, and the catwalks during red lights . I mean sometimes there's the Marilyn Monroe affect when wearing a mini skirt, but my life has turned into a movie . The best thing I could have done was become a Fashion Mogul ! I didn't know the garage would become a rat, and squeal to my Dad about everything . He got it fixed, but it was Beyond Scared Straight for me there and I don't plan to go back unless it's with valet parking. A few weeks later I got the courage to start my business, and I have been running Ebonys Fashion LLC every since.