Greetings campers! Well, a yearish has passed and here I am, still kicking. Fastest update ever: we moved (does it feel like we’re always moving to you? IT DOES TO ME TOO I HATE MOVING) to my hometown (not far from our old place) into a delightfully drafty barn of a California Craftsman house with the world’s best (Ok, town’s best) front porch and finally, finally a yard again. Life moves pretty fast, but these days it’s really, really good.
New house came with more bedrooms than our last, which meant I got one as my very own for a sewing and craft room. Spare bedrooms be damned, we used one of them for my space, and the other for Nick’s office, so everyone has a playroom now. Even the kitties.
Say hello to Ben (tabby) and June (gray). Boy and girl, lovebug and mouthy. Sweet Ted, alas, has been gone for a year, but is not forgotten, especially because these two are still kittens and complete a**holes half the time; we miss Teddy’s gentle ways and that he’d LISTEN. We did make Teddy’s wish come true, though, and got into this new house and got grass under his paws again before he departed this mortal plane.
I’ve missed coming here, and have thought about getting the Blog back together for a while. I’m going to swap out though, and forget the cooking, because PLOT TWIST all I do these days is sew in my spare time (and because cooking, yawn). I also garden, and cocktail, and cook because we have to eat, but my passion is sewing. I made the decision a year or so ago that I wanted to start making the majority of my wardrobe because I’m exhausted by shopping, I’m really not happy about the quality of clothes in my price range, and I gag over the style of things that are my size. I might be considered ‘plus size’ by most American design standards, but at a size 14 I’m Average American Woman Size. And we shouldn’t be relegated to wearing ‘flowy’ long tunic tops littered with bad abstract prints/bedazzling/glitter/shiny crap, ill-fitting jeggings and stretch jeans and empire waist maxi dresses. And folks, that’s about all there is if you’re a size 14 or over, unless you want to go the rockabilly/pinup route and I can’t dress that way every day, I feel like I’m playing dress up and the hairstyles alone are impossible for me to conquer (backcombing gives me hives).
With the advent of indie pattern companies that taught me how to sew, and a blogosphere filled with crafty curvy ladies that showed me the way, I can get exactly what I want in the color I crave with the fit I deserve by making it myself. And guess what? My zippers lay flat, my waistbands don’t roll, AND MY BUTTONS STAY ON (because goodness why can’t anyone sew on a button and tie a damn knot anymore?). No more gaping busts on shirts, no more flashing my ass when I bend over. No more silent, hot tears in dressing rooms because I can’t find a pair of pants that look nice and fit well, and feeling like less of a person (or a fat cow) because of it. No more feeling of defeat when I spend an entire day driving all over hell and gone looking for a dress for a special occasion and there’s nothing, anywhere, at any price point, that looks good on me. Sewing my wardrobe has been life changing. With sewing comes acceptance of one’s shape: every curve, every line, every inch. You get to know areas of your body that you never gave much though to before, and whether you want to show them off or hide them completely (I’m staring at you, back bacon). I’m confident in a way I haven’t been in so long, I feel beautiful in my handmade wardrobe and good in my skin again.
So take that, clothing retailers. Take that, and take back that you’ve made me and a million other women that aren’t a single-digit size feel badly about our bodies because you refuse to make things that look good on us and fit well. We shouldn’t have to dress differently just because we’re bigger. We have nothing to hide and love a crop top as much as the next girl. We deserve to feel confident and beautiful in our bodies and have clothing that lets us show the world that we are just that: confident and beautiful. And so I sew, onward and into the wardrobe of my dreams.
More to come, folks. More to come, and soon.