Slow Fashion October: Week One – Introduce

As prompted by the lovely Ms. Karen Templer at Fringe Association:

Hello!  I’m Rachel.


Sad to report, this slow fashion origin story doesn’t involve a cute knitting Grandma or seamstress aunt. Instead, my journey began on February 10, 2005 – the day that E.B., my boyfriend of six-ish months, broke up with me.  Via email.  To my work email address.  In the midst of my workday.  Which is a tl;dr story** for another campfire, but life-changing in that, within a few hours of said email, my broken heart and I had a) adopted our first cat and b) signed up for a knitting class.

The Cat (aka Nathan Scott Phillips):  I looked into his adorable little face and, without warning, lost my ability to differentiate between “animals I love” and “animals I eat”.  Overnight, I (veg-phobe, diehard carnivore) adopted a vegan diet. Veganism can be a slippery slope of self-awareness; in the years since, I have dramatically reevaluated and revised my consumption in all facets of life, not just diet.

The Knitting Class:  Intended as a distraction, triggered an obsession.  Like many new knitters before me, I started with accessories before producing my first garment about a year into my knitting tenure.  It was a bright pink Orangina (Stephanie Japel), and I wore it to work the morning after binding off.  My bind-off turned out to be less-than-secure and the top started to unravel by midday – unraveling stalled by a bent paperclip, later salvaged – but no matter!  The resulting thrill of making my own clothes is still one that I experience today as a seasoned knitter.

Epilogue:  I dropped the vegan label a few years ago, as I found the non-dietary restrictions of that lifestyle a bit too rigid for my tastes.  My opinions are my own, and I see no harm in buying a secondhand pair of leather shoes over a new pair of plasticky imitation ones that won’t hold up as well.  I love knitting with hard-wearing wool and supplement my stash from eco-/animal-friendly sources or Ravelry destashes (secondhand).  Neither of these actions follow the vegan rulebook, ergo I am not a vegan, despite the fact that no animal product has passed through these lips in well over a decade.

So, yeah, I love critters and try to do right by them. Ditto my fellow humans – although they try my patience at times.  As part of that, the clothes I purchase are exclusively from labor-friendly sources or secondhand, a preference I’ve held since my thrift-shopping, 1990s-grunge-girl heyday.  In recent months, I’ve gravitated towards the idea of a largely handmade wardrobe and taken my first sewing class.  This newfound interest coincides with a major lifestyle change:  I’m leaving my corporate office(/conservative dress code) in DC for a home office in the hills of Tennessee come January.  Home office means that I can wear whatever I damn well please, emphasis on handmade ensembles of varying, um, competency.  What better time than now, I say.

Slotober Goals:  Aplenty, but likely overambitious given that we’re house-shopping and house-selling and holiday-nearing and move-move-moving.  Here’s the simplified list:

Closet Reduction:  Thank my work clothes for their years of service and give them to a new home.  Trim down the remainder to something neat and manageable (and moving-truck-friendly).

Mending:  I have an embarrassing queue of clothes waiting to be repaired, hemmed or otherwise brought back to a wearable state.

Making:  Balancing my selfish knitting/sewing against the rush of holiday gift-knitting, I would like to (at minimum) make the chambray Willow dress referenced in my last post and polish off the two sweaters (Carlu and Roquaine) presently on the needles.

Onwards, upwards!

(** The aforementioned breakup email received its fifteen-minutes of fame on the Jezebel blog a few years back.  Hashtag:  Vindicated.)


I could use a nap.

It’s not for lack of WANT, this blog-that-isn’t – it’s life, chronically ill husbands and long work hours and other (seemingly endless) sources of stress and sadness and exhaustion.  But there is light at the end of this tunnel, the possibility of wellness for my long-suffering J. and more than a few Major Life Changes.  All in good time – four months, five – but if nothing else, the wheels are set in motion and knowing that helps with the rest.


For now:  I’m working hard to regain some semblance of happy.  Last week, I walked away from a stressful work situation and into the salon next door, because It Was There.  One pedicure later, I returned to my cubicle a changed woman.  A seemingly insignificant thing, those fancified feet, but oh my God, had I forgotten about the importance of self-care.  With that first taste, I leapt into action – signing up for a sewing class and making dinner and sleepover plans, respectively, with two long-neglected friends.  I caught up on emails, I brought a new sewing machine and a tub of protein powder, and started taking the stairs again.  I put the takeout menus away and went to the grocery store.  Progress.

On the crafting front:  I knit the cutest damn sweater and my first and second pair of socks.  Socks!  Perfect for the everyday commuter and oh-so-cozy on the toesies.  Other knits have been short and satisfying, e.g. a cozy for a beer growler and a simple scarf for the aforementioned J., plus I started knitting my first Xmas-present-to-be of the year.  AND THEN – I did a vicious sweep of my Ravelry queue, knocking it down to <100 projects-to-be, cutting the fat and the novelty and really focusing on things that I’d like to wear.  A second sweep is inevitable, for I am merciless.

Lots of words, no pretty photos.  Maybe next time.