‘I, Roobeedoo, sign up as a participant of Me-Made-May ’15. I endeavour to wear me-made clothes that bring me joy (ooh – there’s the catch!) each day for the duration of May 2015′
So here we go – another game of wardrobe Russian roulette.
In 2010, I itemised my wardrobe in preparation for Self Stitched September.
The only garments (as opposed to handknit shawls and socks) which remain from that time are:
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| 14 September 2010: red dress and black jacket – both have survived |
- a red viscose 1940’s pattern tea dress
- my black Japanese pattern jacket with dotty buttons
- a short sleeved hand knitted pullover: Pioneer
- 5 pairs of Liberty print knickers (no wonder they are looking a bit shabby!)
The dress comes out of the wardrobe about once a year, on very hot days when I have a Committee meeting.
The jacket comes out slightly more often, but the dotty buttons are dangerously clownish.
I can’t remember wearing the pullover at all, except during Me-Made challenges.
This year’s inventory is decidedly smaller than 2010’s version.
I have decided that I need to concentrate on my work wardrobe, because the dog doesn’t care what I wear round the farm.
My me-made work wardrobe consists of:
- 5 skirts
- 1 pair culottes
- 5 woven tops
- 4 jersey tops
- 1 jacket
- 4 dresses
That’s 20 items, not including hand knits or knickers.
GULP.
One strong coffee and a chocolate Hob Nob later…
I decided to count my shop-bought items and add them to the list.
The grand total of work-appropriate garments in my wardrobe comes to 35 items, including 3 Boden cardigans, my everyday Seasalt raincoat, a shocking pink summer coat, and a beautiful Brora sweater that I reserve for “best”.
I haven’t included hand-knits because I think of them as “wintry” and this is supposed to be my spring – summer wardrobe.
This is akin to FL’s refusal to open brown envelopes: denial will bring you nothing but trouble in the end.
But bear with me: I wear a hand knitted shawl almost every day; I am not trying to pretend otherwise.
The purpose of this exercise is to find my happy place.
Maybe I have stopped sewing because I view my clothes as the backdrop for the real stars, the hand knits?
Maybe I just can’t be bothered thinking up “outfits” anymore, and would be happier to adopt a uniform of sorts?
I am sure it will become clear over the course of the month… or not.
Happy May Day!