I suppose a few may be wondering how my challenge of the utmost kind is holding up.
It’s challenging. And good. And I’m having fun with it so far.
One of the elements that I like about participating in something like this is that it becomes surprisingly personal. I’m looking inside and out to discover exactly what it is that makes me tick in regards to personal style. I’ve been browsing fashion sites, flickr groups, and inspirational blogs to open up new perspectives, and I’ve been caught up in the feelings of lack and out-of-placeness that come from checking in with fashion sites, flickr groups, and inspirational blogs.
When I was about 20 years old, I remember stumbling onto a bumper sticker that simply said, “I Am”. I knew this was valuable information, something to be tucked away and stored and pondered over, but I didn’t really get it at the time. I think I’m starting to get it. The lesson is one that only comes from watching the days flow in and out, stealthily taking time by the hand and passing it under my feet.
That’s a deep and fancy way of telling you how wise I’ve become in my thirties.
What I do know is that everything changes. But I am always me. I am always here. I am always doing what I do. Here changes, what I do sways with the breeze, the pieces of the puzzle fit in different patterns from days to weeks to years, but I still value the same foundations that I have held close to my heart my whole life. It’s good to know that now that I’m passing those little parts and pieces of myself on to other human beings, and I’ve done my best to polish up the tarnished spots and to repair the bits that came home damaged.
No matter what, I always Am.
In the moment. On my way to something. In love. Enjoying myself. Wondering. Thinking about something else. Happy. Content. Fulfilled. Challenged. Hopeful. Baking. Sewing. Learning. Nurturing.
Kind. Graceful. Blessed.
Even when I’m irritated and frustrated and impatient and tired and crabby and in the crappiest of moods. I Am.
And I must admit, it’s kind of fun to find ways that express that in something as impermanent and fleeting as clothing. It’s a challenge–and not my usual kind of challenge. A challenge of the utmost kind, indeed.
So I begin with something easy and familiar.
And an old skill that I haven’t visited since those days of 20. With this first piece, I honor all that I Am. I also honor all that I Was. Because while 20 was a pretty good year, it’s a part of me that still hurts sometimes even though I wish it didn’t.
In gratitude, I make this skirt for a young lady I knew a long time ago. She was a whiz at embroidery. And she was rather fond of faeries.