Happy Monday! I've been a little lazy about sharing with you guys what I wear daily. Well, that is the days that I decide to surface from my sewing room and put on something other than a pair of athletic shorts and a tank.
And since school is back in session, my desire to get dressed rarely matches with family photographers' schedule. I tend to run errands early in the day and by 4 pm, I'm back in my "play clothes".
So for yesterday, I wore this to hangout with my husband. Even though the temps were pushing 90 degrees, I'm mentally willing fall to come. And something about this September is drawing me to darker hues. I can't even tell you how much black fabric I've purchased in the last couple of weeks. I need to initiate a self-imposed moratorium!
And I'd also like to just touch on a topic that annoys me to no end. It's about being questioned about where I would wear such a garment? Because the questioner is "unimaginative" (their word) and their life doesn't include occasions to wear such things, so how could mine?! (Here is the offending/questionable garment.) They even went as far to say:
Fun to sew, fun to have, sure, but wear it when….?"
Pretty condescending, eh? Look, here is the deal: I recently wrote this post about loving the things that I make and all of the time and effort put into sewing a garment. And remember this post about how a lot American women stopped giving a damn and stopped putting any effort into dressing? It sparked a lot of great discussion.
And those of you reading that actually know me in real life or see me out and about locally, know that I'm pretty authentic. I don't just sew pretty clothes, play dress up for a photoshoot and pack them away. I wear what I make! If I make it, I clearly have an occasion to wear something. Now that we've settled that...