It’s a snow day outside – so a good day (in my view) for sitting, knitting and thinking. A couple of things came up on my Instagram feed and blogs about finding your style.
I don’t know a single woman who can take a compliment – if you say to someone who is immaculately made up, beautifully dressed and perfectly coiffured, they’ll pay their stomach and assure you that they’re bloated/pounds heavier than they should be or something equally mad. Or they assure you that the outfit was cheap or the equivalent of ‘this old thing’. We women are pretty good at being nice to everyone – except ourselves.
How about this – everyone in the family is ready for a night out, you’re still standing in your pants and bra in a room that looks like its been burgled trying to find something to wear. You have loads of clothes and not a single thing you feel happy to go out in.
I remember seeing some slogan somewhere which was a mixture of angry and sad: “a woman’s place is in the wrong” and certainly our attitudes to our bodies suggest that is very much the case despite efforts to promote body positivity. But I guess that the fashion and beauty industries (worth billions and billions) are geared at that feeling that if you had the right dress/skin/hips you could finally feel happy.
Maybe dressmaking and knitting could throw a wee spanner in the works: think about it, your new clothes come without a size label and are made to fit you, they’re unique so no-one can do that “who wears it better” calculation, and to be honest they are kind of ‘outside’ fashion too. Some sewing and knitting patterns reflect current trends (primarily from the mainstream brands), but many indy designs are simply classic shapes, or simply wearable styles. And in knitting a touch of traditional is valued over the swift fashion.
The more I wear my own me-made clothes, the more comfortable I feel about my own style: I am classic apple and short and there are no designers making clothes for my shape anywhere in the world. Except me. And the more I diverge from fashion, the more I suspect that it’s a bit of a con anyway. Yarn Harlot was talking a little bit about this and said this
“It’s taken me getting this old to suspect that when I leave a room, people do not discuss my neckline choices in a way that’s going to have any actual impact on my life.”
…and for ‘neckline’ I suspect you could most probably substitute any other part of your body that you’re currently pre-occupied with. You care – but other people really really don’t because they see the whole package, and if you’re happy, smiling, kind and friendly, warm and stylish, frankly who gives a flying feck about a muffin top or flat chest?
Meanwhile: Finished objects/works in progress – this has not changed overmuch. Cline is still in her bag waiting for a decision on her fate…the socks are still unfinished and the blanket is still ongoing. Because I simply can’t sit and not knit I dug out some rather nice Adriafil aran from my stash and started this. There may have to be some yarn chicken as I have 4 balls and I really need five. But if it has to be frogged at least I has something to knit…. which is the main thing…..isn’t it?
Note that my new favourite sweater Carbeth is now a ‘thing’ – head over to Mason Dixon knitting to hear about it. Mine is a joy to wear: I made it considerably longer in the body/shorter in the sleeves than the original but raced to the finish line in just over a week. I love it. There may be more (yeah, ‘may’….. I’m already thinking about ditching the green in favour of another one…)