Your Body is NOT Wrong

Read this post:

http://inkdot.tumblr.com/post/7243925631/no-shit

“everything you will ever see on a celebrity’s body, including their outfits when they’re out and about and they just get caught by a paparazzo, has been tailored, and the same goes for everything on What Not To Wear.  Jeans, blazers, dresses – everything right down to plain t-shirts and camisoles. ”

 

It’s not you. It’s them.

My Purse Is Cooler Than I Am

I’m not really a purse person. I’m mostly a set things down and forget them person. But as a mom and grown up I am required to carry around a whole host of paraphernalia that must be produced upon demand for a variety of situations. When we graduated out of carrying a suitcase diaper bag, I had need of something a little smaller that would still hold a mound of crap (mostly small metal cars for easy distraction). So I bought a small leather (ish?) one, which was fine but eventually proved itself to be too small for our needs.

I “upgraded” to a similar one that was bigger and it turned out to be close to perfect. It was a neutral brown (p)leather, had lots of pockets for regular stuff, and divided empty space in the middle for irregular stuff. I used it for years. Eventually the zipper on one of the pockets gave up. Some seams were starting to look a tad frayed but it was still working up until then. The only thing I did not like about it was that it was a little “momish” and didn’t have any artistic flair that would be more representative of me.

I continued to use it while looking for a new purse with similar features. I am loathe to purchase items new anymore, so looking at the thrift stores when I had a little free time is the primary method I used. Eventually, I found one that was okay. Not precisely what I was looking for, but pretty good. I has lots of pocketty things and space for oddsized things.

After I purchased it, I continued to use my old one for a week or two. I didn’t really have time (or inclination) to do the clean/sort/switcheroo required.

But my old purse was tired of my fooling around and decided to make things happen. One of the straps (frayed seams, remember?) broke.

So I made the switch to the new purse.

It’s black leather with silver metal hardware and grommet accents.

See!

It’s a little bit bad-ass. Which is where the problem lies. It’s more bad-ass than I am.

It turns out that I am momish and a little boring. I have artistic flair, but not really bad-assery.

So I think I am still on the lookout for a new purse.

Badass Hardware

When my son saw my new purse he said, “That’s cool. That makes me want to have a purse.” Ha ha!

Functionally, it’s okay but the pockets aren’t quite right and I’m used to my old purse being thicker leather that held its shape. This one is floppy. I feel like I’m rolling a sharpei puppy around to try to get out my wallet.

So yeah, still looking.

Sew What?

I sometimes think that the way I dress doesn’t really reflect my personality. (Other times I don’t really care, but one needs to post about something.) I really feel like I’m artistic and creative and “unique” and that is not represented well by my wardrobe. Part of this is NOT MY FAULT. Part of this is the fashion industry’s extreme lack of creativity when it comes to plus sized clothing. Somehow most of those designers assume that if you are a little bigger you must not have any taste. We might as well go down to the Army Surplus store and buy tents to wear for all the options that some designers would have us choose from. It would definitely be a lot cheaper.  

I will save my rant about the shortsightedness of the fashion industry (and retailers) in excluding plus sized consumers for another post.

The rest of the reasons fall on my own shoulders.

  • First, I shop for my clothes almost exclusively at thrift stores.

This is for two main reasons. Number one, I really have a hard time paying retail for anything. Especially clothes. Of course, this has the effect of further limiting my options when it comes to clothes. But, to be honest, I go to regular retail stores and rarely see something in my size that would make me cross back over. Because I probably would-for the right thing.

Secondly, and more importantly, I try really hard to recycle as much as I can. So, I love buying secondhand clothes as often as possible. Since most of the organic clothing I’ve seen costs an arm and a leg (and would only fit my arm or leg!), I can’t really go that route. Much as I’d like to. As far as I can tell, if you want to be conscientious about what you wear you have to be a twig. Not that I’m bitter or anything. Even at my dad’s store, which sells all organically grown hemp products, they only went up to XL last time I asked. I don’t know if that’s because that’s what is available or because that’s what they order. I keep forgetting to pester ask him about it.

  • Another reason is comfort.

Generally, I will choose comfort first, then style. That isn’t to say that the two are mutually exclusive, but they can be. Also, I have needed to have a bit of size range built into my clothes for the last while. So, I wear sweats a lot.

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So my solution for this is that I need to get back into the habit of sewing. I like to sew, but I put my sewing machine away.

 So, out of sight=out of mind.

Unfortunately.

I’ve decided lately that I’m going to have to build or modify my own clothes so they are what I want, or like, in the size I need. Hopefully, I will do that soon. I have a slight procrastination problem, but I’ve been doing a little better with that. So that’s my new scheme. Whaddaya think?