Friday, January 23, 2015
It became abundantly clear that handmade clothing gives me the most pleasure. I love slipping on a garment I brought to life myself. For the first time it seems achievable to have a mostly me-made wardrobe, full of natural fibers. Think Alabama Chanin jersey skirts and dresses, handknit sweaters, and wool socks. Thrifted Pendleton wool pleated skirts that I have mended and let out and hemmed. Lots of boatnecks. Lots of stripes, polkadots, and appliqué. I am so happy at the thought.
And yet it has been freeing to let go of some of the homemade stuff that I have moved past. Here are the chunky leg warmers I knit out of pea-green Peruvia that made my legs look like Oscar the Grouch's--if he had been brave enough to set foot outside his garbage can. Serious cankles.