Slow Fashion October: Week One – Introduce

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

Hello!  I’m Rachel.

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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.)

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