Give Me Confidence
I Predict a Love Story
After all the cup hype in Chicago died down, everything was going back to normal. I guess you can say it was still there and all season we were proud of our champions, but sooner or later, we would have to come back down to reality. I traveled a lot that summer to Paris and Italy to meet with Donetalla Versace and other designers to collaborate and get ready for the fall season. I rebuilt a lot of friendships that dwindled after I moved to LA, but when I got home, I made sure to make sure to stay in touch with my girls forever. My bestfriend since diapers, Emma, got engaged that summer to Patrick Sharp and I was thrilled. We were the girls that sat in our bedrooms and planned our weddings for hours, and I was so thrilled she was finally getting to live her childhood fantasy. I was a single Pringle... But that's ok. After everything that happened, I think it was the normal thing to. I needed to focus on myself and my brand. I stayed single until summer of 2012, I was 23.
Two years of loneliness. No one to show me compassion or love, and truly, I've never really had that. My friends tried to set me up with their friends, or brothers even, anyone, but nothing really worked. They all looked at me like I was made of glass and I would shatter if they even breathed on me. I wasn't though, I had a tough layer of skin. I grew up with three brothers, all of who contributed to who I am today. They were typical brothers. I was the youngest, so generally they were extremely protective. And when I say protective, I'm not joking. They were jocks in high school. Sean Jr, SJ, is six years older then me, 29. He is an Olympian on the men's track team with 16 gold medals. Eli is four years older then me, 27. He made it into the MLB and plays first base for the New York Yankees- cliché, I know. Last is Jonny, who is two years older then me, 25. He played quarterback for Noter Dame and was drafted to the New Orleans Saints in 2011. It's funny how we all reached our goals. Our parents told us we could do anything we wanted, as long as we loved it. Fashion was my passion and that's were I feel I fit in the most.
I remember in high school, I wasn't the popular girl, or the pretty girl. I was Shea Hull, the hockey players daughter. Or The sister of SJ who brought state medals for track to our school or Eli who led our school to the baseball state championships four years straight. Lucky me (sense my sarcasm) when I was a sophomore, Jonny was a senior. Quarterback for our football team. Jonny Hull was like royalty at our school. Every girl wanted to date him and everybody wanted to be his best friend, kind of like Regina George from Mean Girls, if he punched you in the face, it was the highlight of you high school career.
When I finally got a boyfriend my sophomore year, my dad...and brothers.... HAD to meet him. I remember that night crystal clear. It was 2004 and Tyler Adams, a junior, wanted to take me to see Million Dollar Baby. He was on time. 7 o clock on the dot. My mom answered the door and he knew my dad wanted to meet him. She led him to the dining room where there were 4 chairs on each side of the table, and one on each opposite end. Dad, SJ, Eli, and Jonny sat on one side of the table and Tyler sat terrified, on the other. I ran up to my room bawling my eyes out and my mom tried to comfort me. It was the worst night ever. After they were done interrogating him, he were able to leave...thankfully. He never took my on another date again.
Now, I sip coffee behind my MacBook or sew or check emails or meet with other designers....By myself. In June of 2012, I went to buffalo, the home town of my Production Incharge Karson. He basically ran the whole shin-dig, a level below me, the head designer and CEO. He was the gayest person I knew and I loved every inch of him and his sass. He's like the guy that had the Ben and Jerry's 10 minutes before you even thought you needed it. Him and Emma were my rock. But anyways... We were going for his sister, McKenna's wedding... And this is we're my love story begins...
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Thursday, June 7, 2012 5:00AM- Chicago
"SHEA WAKE YOUR FATASS UP," Karson yelled was he banged on my condo door.
"IM COMING YOU BITCH," i replied. We always swore at each other, in a joking matter of course. It was the best stress reliever.
I opened the door and in came little miss priss with black skinny jeans rolled above the ankle paired with a black low cut v neck, TOMS, a cheetah print scarf, a fedora, huge sunglasses and two large Louis Vitton luggage bags. What a princess.
"Ugh... That's what your wearing..." He said as he tilted his head down and moved his sunglasses down his face. I didn't think it was bad at all. Hell it was fine, I'm a fashion designer, not someone on what not to wear. I wore black leather shorts, and white basic T and a pair of black studded Valentino sandals, and my blonde bangs were french braided back into a long wavy pony tail.
I rolled my eyes as I grabbed my boarding pass, Prada Bag and rolled my ONE suitcase behind me. He skipped behind me and into the elevator we went.
While we waited for the valet to retrieve his little Mini Cooper, he turned to me and said, "ok so I'm setting you up with one of my cousins or something. You need someone Shea."
"karson," I turned to him, "no one I meet will date me for me. Everyone knows what happened a few years ago and they look at me like they are sorry for me."
"This will be different," he smiled.
I just sighed and the car pulled up. The man opened the door and put my suitcase in the back, then we pulled away. Karson and i talked about what's going on in the fashion industry and then sat in silence the rest of the way. It was peaceful watching the sun come up and a few minutes later, we arrived at O'Hare. After going through security we made it to our terminal were we passed time sipping coffee and playing on our iPads. When out flight was called, he made our way down the tunnel and into first class of the airplane. He goes over board and eats the typical caviar and mimosas. I was totally ok with a Capri Sun and pretzels from coach. I just have to laugh at him I guess.
The flight went quick and we touched down in buffalo at 10AM and were greeted at the airport by his mom, Barb. I love her, she is honestly the funniest person I have ever met and always makes me smile. She engulfed us in a hug and we loaded our luggage into her Mercedes Benz. They lived a very comfortable lifestyle because Karson's dad, Scott, owned like 30 golf clubs in Buffalo.
When we arrived at their manor, their house keeper took my bags to my room and I sat on the couch and talked to Mckenna about the wedding. It made me happy that she was happy, and you can tell by the twinkle in her eyes... Or the rock on her finger.
We were really just lazy all day and ate dinner then went to bed.
"I'm going to kill you Shea. NOOO STOP PLEASE STOP.... BAM"
I woke in my bed panting. I looked over at the bedside clock...4:37AM. I walked to the bathroom and splashed cool water on my face then walked out onto the balcony. It was warm. Not too hot, not too cool. I looked out onto Lake Erie. It was beautiful. The house was positioned about 25 yards from the beach, but right before that was a beautiful back yard with a Patio, Fireplace, pool, and sports court. I was gorgeous. I turned around and grabbed a pair of flip flops and a towel and tip toed my way downstairs, through the foyer, then grand room, and silently unlocked the huge glass doors. I shut it behind me and made my way through the yard and then took the stone sidewalk to the beach, I took my flip flops off and let the sand squeeze in my toes. I made it to the water and put my towel down right before the tide met the sand. I sat down on the edge and let my feet seep into the wet sand and let the water rush over then. I looked out at the water and the stars. I stayed like that for an hour before i felt a sweater go around my shoulders. The source sat down next to me and pulled me close. It was Karsson. I swear he can be the biggest bitch, but other times I wish he wasn't gay so I can marry him.
"Another bad dream?" He asked.
In response, i buried my head in his shoulder and sobbed. Periodically I would have nightmares about what happened. I couldn't control it and when they did happen, it was impossible to go to sleep. They came at the lost random times and completely shattered me.
"Your lucky this is last seasons," he said and pointed to his Burberry shirt. He was such a diva.
I laughed and shifted awkwardly. He noticed and coughed then said, "you should go get some sleep, party's tomorrow, I'll tuck you in if you want."
I just laughed and got up. Note to self: Sand hurts your ass after sitting on it for a while.
The family was having their annual "Friday night in June BBQ with the entire family" party I guess you can say tomorrow. I was pretty excited, Karsson always told me how much fun they have. And I'm not going to lie, I'm interested in meeting his family...especially his male cousins.
I followed Kar back in the house and made my way up to my room. I was exhausted and put my head on the pillow then looked out the window to see the morning sun making its appearance. I was was escrows to see what will come of tomorrow.
Two years of loneliness. No one to show me compassion or love, and truly, I've never really had that. My friends tried to set me up with their friends, or brothers even, anyone, but nothing really worked. They all looked at me like I was made of glass and I would shatter if they even breathed on me. I wasn't though, I had a tough layer of skin. I grew up with three brothers, all of who contributed to who I am today. They were typical brothers. I was the youngest, so generally they were extremely protective. And when I say protective, I'm not joking. They were jocks in high school. Sean Jr, SJ, is six years older then me, 29. He is an Olympian on the men's track team with 16 gold medals. Eli is four years older then me, 27. He made it into the MLB and plays first base for the New York Yankees- cliché, I know. Last is Jonny, who is two years older then me, 25. He played quarterback for Noter Dame and was drafted to the New Orleans Saints in 2011. It's funny how we all reached our goals. Our parents told us we could do anything we wanted, as long as we loved it. Fashion was my passion and that's were I feel I fit in the most.
I remember in high school, I wasn't the popular girl, or the pretty girl. I was Shea Hull, the hockey players daughter. Or The sister of SJ who brought state medals for track to our school or Eli who led our school to the baseball state championships four years straight. Lucky me (sense my sarcasm) when I was a sophomore, Jonny was a senior. Quarterback for our football team. Jonny Hull was like royalty at our school. Every girl wanted to date him and everybody wanted to be his best friend, kind of like Regina George from Mean Girls, if he punched you in the face, it was the highlight of you high school career.
When I finally got a boyfriend my sophomore year, my dad...and brothers.... HAD to meet him. I remember that night crystal clear. It was 2004 and Tyler Adams, a junior, wanted to take me to see Million Dollar Baby. He was on time. 7 o clock on the dot. My mom answered the door and he knew my dad wanted to meet him. She led him to the dining room where there were 4 chairs on each side of the table, and one on each opposite end. Dad, SJ, Eli, and Jonny sat on one side of the table and Tyler sat terrified, on the other. I ran up to my room bawling my eyes out and my mom tried to comfort me. It was the worst night ever. After they were done interrogating him, he were able to leave...thankfully. He never took my on another date again.
Now, I sip coffee behind my MacBook or sew or check emails or meet with other designers....By myself. In June of 2012, I went to buffalo, the home town of my Production Incharge Karson. He basically ran the whole shin-dig, a level below me, the head designer and CEO. He was the gayest person I knew and I loved every inch of him and his sass. He's like the guy that had the Ben and Jerry's 10 minutes before you even thought you needed it. Him and Emma were my rock. But anyways... We were going for his sister, McKenna's wedding... And this is we're my love story begins...
...
Thursday, June 7, 2012 5:00AM- Chicago
"SHEA WAKE YOUR FATASS UP," Karson yelled was he banged on my condo door.
"IM COMING YOU BITCH," i replied. We always swore at each other, in a joking matter of course. It was the best stress reliever.
I opened the door and in came little miss priss with black skinny jeans rolled above the ankle paired with a black low cut v neck, TOMS, a cheetah print scarf, a fedora, huge sunglasses and two large Louis Vitton luggage bags. What a princess.
"Ugh... That's what your wearing..." He said as he tilted his head down and moved his sunglasses down his face. I didn't think it was bad at all. Hell it was fine, I'm a fashion designer, not someone on what not to wear. I wore black leather shorts, and white basic T and a pair of black studded Valentino sandals, and my blonde bangs were french braided back into a long wavy pony tail.
I rolled my eyes as I grabbed my boarding pass, Prada Bag and rolled my ONE suitcase behind me. He skipped behind me and into the elevator we went.
While we waited for the valet to retrieve his little Mini Cooper, he turned to me and said, "ok so I'm setting you up with one of my cousins or something. You need someone Shea."
"karson," I turned to him, "no one I meet will date me for me. Everyone knows what happened a few years ago and they look at me like they are sorry for me."
"This will be different," he smiled.
I just sighed and the car pulled up. The man opened the door and put my suitcase in the back, then we pulled away. Karson and i talked about what's going on in the fashion industry and then sat in silence the rest of the way. It was peaceful watching the sun come up and a few minutes later, we arrived at O'Hare. After going through security we made it to our terminal were we passed time sipping coffee and playing on our iPads. When out flight was called, he made our way down the tunnel and into first class of the airplane. He goes over board and eats the typical caviar and mimosas. I was totally ok with a Capri Sun and pretzels from coach. I just have to laugh at him I guess.
The flight went quick and we touched down in buffalo at 10AM and were greeted at the airport by his mom, Barb. I love her, she is honestly the funniest person I have ever met and always makes me smile. She engulfed us in a hug and we loaded our luggage into her Mercedes Benz. They lived a very comfortable lifestyle because Karson's dad, Scott, owned like 30 golf clubs in Buffalo.
When we arrived at their manor, their house keeper took my bags to my room and I sat on the couch and talked to Mckenna about the wedding. It made me happy that she was happy, and you can tell by the twinkle in her eyes... Or the rock on her finger.
We were really just lazy all day and ate dinner then went to bed.
"I'm going to kill you Shea. NOOO STOP PLEASE STOP.... BAM"
I woke in my bed panting. I looked over at the bedside clock...4:37AM. I walked to the bathroom and splashed cool water on my face then walked out onto the balcony. It was warm. Not too hot, not too cool. I looked out onto Lake Erie. It was beautiful. The house was positioned about 25 yards from the beach, but right before that was a beautiful back yard with a Patio, Fireplace, pool, and sports court. I was gorgeous. I turned around and grabbed a pair of flip flops and a towel and tip toed my way downstairs, through the foyer, then grand room, and silently unlocked the huge glass doors. I shut it behind me and made my way through the yard and then took the stone sidewalk to the beach, I took my flip flops off and let the sand squeeze in my toes. I made it to the water and put my towel down right before the tide met the sand. I sat down on the edge and let my feet seep into the wet sand and let the water rush over then. I looked out at the water and the stars. I stayed like that for an hour before i felt a sweater go around my shoulders. The source sat down next to me and pulled me close. It was Karsson. I swear he can be the biggest bitch, but other times I wish he wasn't gay so I can marry him.
"Another bad dream?" He asked.
In response, i buried my head in his shoulder and sobbed. Periodically I would have nightmares about what happened. I couldn't control it and when they did happen, it was impossible to go to sleep. They came at the lost random times and completely shattered me.
"Your lucky this is last seasons," he said and pointed to his Burberry shirt. He was such a diva.
I laughed and shifted awkwardly. He noticed and coughed then said, "you should go get some sleep, party's tomorrow, I'll tuck you in if you want."
I just laughed and got up. Note to self: Sand hurts your ass after sitting on it for a while.
The family was having their annual "Friday night in June BBQ with the entire family" party I guess you can say tomorrow. I was pretty excited, Karsson always told me how much fun they have. And I'm not going to lie, I'm interested in meeting his family...especially his male cousins.
I followed Kar back in the house and made my way up to my room. I was exhausted and put my head on the pillow then looked out the window to see the morning sun making its appearance. I was was escrows to see what will come of tomorrow.
It's a coincidence actually my name is Shae
1/22/14