“While our clothes are only ancillary to our other traits (the late great, Oscar de la Renta did say, after all: “To be well dressed you must be well naked”), they do speak for us to a certain extent. In fact, whether we like it or not, our clothing says a lot about us. It is one of the first things people notice about us, and so, in a way, it defines us. I decided I don’t want to be defined by fast fashion. I don’t want the clothing I wear to be connected to the pain and suffering of others. I don’t want it to fall apart after a few wears. I don’t want to look exactly like every other girl my age. And if nothing else, I think life is simply too short to wear fast fashion.”
I am sick of fast fashion almost as much as I am sick of Donald Trump’s presidency. But while I can’t do anything about Trump, I can do something about what I put on my body. Specifically, I am going to break up with fast fashion this year. No more picking up cheap clothes from Target or Walmart (not that I do that very often). This also doesn’t mean I am going to dump my wardrobe into the trash and go buy all new designer labels. I am looking for a happy mid-point between clothes that cost more than monthly rent in NYC and $2.87 for a shirt from WalMart.
In fact, 99% of what’s in my dresser and closet are clothes I’ve gotten from thrift and consignment stores. But I still have a lot of cheap stuff that gets worn once or twice and then pushed to the back, never to be worn again. The same goes for my daughters’ clothes. Except they outgrow their clothes faster than I do.
Something I’m going to be doing in the next few weeks is going through my clothes and picking all my favorite items to form the basis of a capsule wardrobe. From there I will be able to know what colors and styles I like best, that look and fit great on me. I will know where my wardrobe is lacking. I will rinse and repeat for each of my daughters.
Once that crucial step is completed, I want to start making clothes for us, mostly felted at this time because wool and silk breathe, resist dirt and stains, and feel amazing against my skin. I will document each step along the way here on my blog and again on my facebook page.
Abby got her finished skirt yesterday, complete with hand sewn buttonholes and she loves it. She couldn’t stop twirling and looking at herself in the mirror.
Right now I am visiting my in-laws in Vermont, so there isn’t much I can do except plan and write about my process. But I plan on hitting the ground running as soon as I get back home to Maine at the end of the weekend.
Take care, be creative and live a life full of heart.