A craftsman is only as good as their tools.

For instance, do you think I could fabricate the most unique garments for the highest of society with an amateur’s array?

Hardly.

Behold, the tools of my world-renowned trade, the function behind the fashion.

Narcissa shows a metal table with trays of scissors, needles, and an assortment that seems more medical than fashion in some ways.

Most might be confused by my assortment here but if you want surgical precision, you have to think like a surgeon. Once my creative juices come up with the design, these are the elements that form the details.

We all know thats where the devil is and to destroy him, you need to be adequately prepared.

Every instrument here has a purpose.

These scissors have been my pride and joy since art school, the last thing my mother gave me before she passed. She saved up the money and finally showed she believed in my dream.

They aren’t your typical fabric scissors you see in any hobby store, no with these no thread is forgotten when my fingers clasp together. Every clean line you see is thanks to her.

Needles to pin down the fabric exactly where I need it to be.

Gloves so my oils don’t interfere with the final product.

Even a scalpel for cutting slots in any fabric, yes my designs can have pockets, you just wouldn’t know looking at it.

Every item here has a specific purpose, to cut to create, to stand out, to perfect my vision.

Neither of them can do it on their own.

The scissors cut while the pins hold.

The needles stitch it all together.

The fabric is the canvas the illustrates the effort.

I like anyone cannot do this thing we call life without these essentials and I’d be foolish to think I could only manage with one.

However, if you’re going to choose one, choose wisely.

If I had to choose, it would be a needle, the right needle can create masterpieces, the wrong ones can destroy lives.

Capable of creation and destruction, it is just like me, delicate, destructive, diminutive, and deadly.

Others have chosen so so poorly, another individual who’s more acquainted with makeup than even myself has chosen one of the worst tools I’ve ever seen.

Hatchet, a tool in more ways than one has chosen his namesake as his weapon of choice and while intimidating at first glance, it truly shows how weak is.

Forsaking the ferocity of an axe while giving up the precision of a dagger, a hatchet is a great metaphor for something that wants to be seen as deadly and intense but ultimately is neither.

The other weapons I mentioned can add to the wielders strength, a hatchet relies on it.

That’s in the best case scenario, this hatchet is dull, broken, hiding its weakness with paint.

If you are going to rely on a tool, use a proper one.

If you’re going to be a tool, be a good one.