And did I mention the navel-gazing....
Hello again. I was reading an interview with Iman this morning and she stated the following:
"...,no woman really needs another dress, as we all have enough clothes. We are all looking for things that uplift us,"
So very, very true. I struggle with the whole clothing business (literally and figuratively). On the one hand, it's a lot of money and energy that could be spent doing much better things. But what about the perfect pair of pants? The ones that you put on and you know feel good. They hit you in all the right places and you don't have to think about what you are wearing again until you get undressed at the end of the day. When you are wearing them, your mind is free to do all the good things it needs to because you are comfortable and know you look good. Because clothing isn't just clothing. Clothes hold memories. Why else would we hold onto a t-shirt that is threadbare and stained? Because it reminds us of all the things that happened when we were wearing said shirt, and the person that we were when that shirt was part of our regular rotation.
How does all this relate to this week in my particular journey (man, I hate that use of that word, but it's damn appropriate) this winter? Well, in two ways:
Project: Turn A Square Hat by Jared Flood
Yarn: Unknown origin stash yarn - two partial balls that are still lurking.
This was a lovely quick knit that was whipped up on Thursday night because I got a haircut and my ears were cold. It was a big haircut (an hour and fifteen minutes worth of haircut) and I felt a knit was a worthy tribute. So why all the fuss and bother about a haircut? Because, for me, the hair is a signpost of where I am. I can wear long hair or short hair fairly well. I have alternated between the two for most of my adult life, rarely settling into a style for terribly long. And part of it is because I haven't been setlled in who I am for terribly long. My husband likes my hair long, but I always end up wearing it in a ponytail for most of the time, which feels like a cop-out. So the short hair shows up when I am feeling like I need to develop myself in relation to myself, not those around me. So, without further ado:
Short hair. Now there's a big surprise after all that build up. Feels good. Feels right. Feels like a cheesy song from 1978...
On to more interesting things (relatively speaking of course).
A sewing project, a sewing project. I actually made myself something and it turned out really well. Huh. Go figure.
Project: Basic t-shirt that actually fits. Crazy...
Pattern:Jalie 2805
Fabric: Onion skin (weird name) - 100% polyester from stash
Love, love, love this. Mostly because it actually fits reasonably well straight out of the envelope. I think the next one I make will be a size smaller in the shoulders, although this one seems to be stretching a bit as I wear it, so it may be a fabric issue, not a wearing issue. But here's the thing. I feel good in this top. I don't feel like I need to suck in my belly or push out my chest or anything else. It just fits. And that's the point of all this, isn't it? So my first tentative step into a better me? Was a good one. Let's hope next week goes as well.
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