Amy Merrick contains her talents well. She doesn’t boast. Or name drop. She demurely skips through mentions of heaping accomplishments. In short, she could stand to be a little more smug. Then again, it’s Amy’s down-to-earth qualities (no pun intended) that make this modern day flower girl all the more charming.
Amy was raised on the outskirts of D.C. in a home with a rambling garden out back. Her father, the designated green thumb of the family, would grow extra tomatoes and potted mums to sell at a farm stand manned by Amy and her sister. The proceeds from the sales went toward the sisters’ “horse fund” (though the aforementioned horse was never to be purchased). After graduating from high school, Amy moved to NYC to study fashion design at FIT. Upon graduation, she opted for fun rather than a set career path and joined the well-dressed cobbled streets of the West Village as a Marc Jacobs shop girl. Yet, while her closet mushroomed, her inspiration waned.
New York City is a fickle lover. To point out the obvious, it is bloodcurdlingly expensive, crowded and, as of late, very very cold.
