I laughed my arse off and WAS nodding in agreement recently whilst reading one of Vix' magnificent posts, this one where she starts off with " You'll often find me scrutinising the seams of dresses in Marks and Spencer and tutting over the shoddy waY they've been made, harrumphing about the outrageous price of new stuff in shops..." as I do this all the time......
As a sewer, for a start, I'm quite nosey about the way a garment is put together, and the rare times I actually look in a new clothing shop (likely about 5 times in the last 10 years) I am appalled at the standard! Once I was with a friend who was keen on a particular Australian design duo, and as I liked their designs, I was keen for a look..........not only were their garments made with cheap shitty fabric, the were made badly, with wonky seams, threads hanging, and the prices were well in the hundreds for the crap!!!
Why wouldn't you buy second hand or make it yourself?!
If I make a frock and the hem comes down, it's only my fault, and I probably bought everything I made it with for bugger all secondhand....if I pay a fiver for it at the opshop and it falls apart, who cares for that price?! I'll just fix it.
I really can't imagine how people can actually afford to buy new, considering the price of living.
Since paying off our mortgage I'm thrilled that I can buy the odd thing I desire, but I'm really a cheap skate and balk at the stupid prices, waiting for a sale, or for it to crop up at the opshop.
Then Vix goes on to express her disgust/distaste at a feature in The Guardian highlighting the current style hits and misses......hits currently being trainers and "american tan tights" (WTF?!) and misses being huge, donut shaped topknots.
Who the hell has nothing better to do than a) make up this shit, and b) take it as gospel?!
And worse, c) rush straight out and buy said trainers and tights?!
Bahahahaha frigging baaaaaaahahaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!
I was born with an uncontrollable urge to do the opposite of what everyone else is doing.
Whilst this has occasionally got me into trouble, it has the bonus of meaning that I was never bothered by peer pressure, and I simply cannot not wear whatever is deemed "fashionable".
I'm really am fecking thankful to not feel the desire to be one of the flock.
Besides, I can't bear being told what to do!
On the other hand, I've been on the receiving end of a lot of nasty criticism over the years, been laughed at, had things thrown at me, you name it.
I don't do it for attention.
I literally cannot help it.
I just don't want to look like everyone else, and I really don't think I could if I tried!
There's been times when I've thought how much easier it would be if I could fit in, to not be noticed; that to think, act, breathe like everyone else would bring me peace and bloody quiet and I could just get on as lemming-like and unquestioning as most of the human race.
So many say "o, I'd love to dress like you, but I'm too scared...blah, blah..."
Damned right you're scared.
I've been scared when strangers have thrown things at me from cars, when I've been threatened with getting my head smashed in for daring to be different.
But at the end of the day I am proud to be different, proud to stand out, proud to be considered creative.
I would rather slit my wrists than be like everybody else.
I'm more scared to not be myself!
As Desiree says, "it's my art".
Bring on the topknot.
(Or big bulging hair thingy made of old tights stuffed in there, in my case!)
Frock-made it myself using a retro sheet I opshopped for a dollar and a zip from Vix (one of a bunch she'd found at a jumble), and a late 40's reproduction pattern.
Belt-garage sale, for free, or maybe a dollar, I think
Shoes-Trade Me, I think they were a tenner, including postage, but they're bloody PAINFUL and I've popped them in a bag now to go to the opshop
Handbag-it's a 60's or 70's knitting bag I got at a market for five bucks
Cape-Dashfield Vintage for not much as it's had the lining ripped out...one of these days I'll replace it!
Sunglasses-Catch a Thief
Necklace- a handmade gift from Kristalicious!
That was an unusual amount of blither from me, wasn't it?!
Usually I leave the sensible scribbling to those wiser and more eloquent than I.
I'll finish with a couple of pix from a quick overnight trip we did to Oamaru when one of G's bands (One Legged Dog, they'll have a Facebook page up soon) was offered a gig at The Penguin Club.
It's a rather infamous club in our part of the world.
My boy's in back, behind the drumkit!!!
It was a jolly good night, well worth the 5/6 hour return trip and a nasty hangover on my part!