I’ve been struggling of late. Sewing Camp is coming up, and there are quite a few holes in the wardrobe. Literally (as in worn out) and figuratively (as in could use more of). This is the perfect opportunity to stitch up some new duds, try out some new patterns, experiment.
But, I’m stuck. I have half a dozen independent patterns traced, and have been tweaking them to fit, which has become a terrible, but necessary slog. Terrible, because the measurements on the pattern envelopes obviously don’t match my body, or my body no longer matches them. Slog because I don’t want to be doing pattern drafting, I want to sew!
Then I look at the sweet young things depicted on the envelope fronts, and wonder why bother? I will never be that lithe or limber. Much less filling things out quite that way.
A good friend sent me a link to an article from the Guardian newspaper this morning, which made me realize that my malaise was more of a rant. Why, pray tell, are none of the envelopes showing women “of a certain age”, I ask you? Much less showing us as the stylish, fun loving creatures we are? Are there no patterns for us?
Not everyone over 50 has become a quilter! And you know almost all of us started out as garment sewists, back in the day. I don’t expect my little musings to change things, but seeing women looking stylish, having their own style, was such a wonderful breath of fresh air. Positively invigorating!
That’s Iris Apfel (90+) up at the top. Doesn’t she look like she’s having fun, and knows who she is? And Emannuelle Riva there to the right. Still rocking the red carpet at 80-something.
So, I’m going to take a piece of paper, and cut myself a little window in it, and slide that over the technical drawings of the patterns, so’s not to be influenced (intimidated?) by the under 30s in the photos. That way, I evaluate my style. Mine! Mine! Mine!
And maybe if I think on it, I can grow up to be Iris, too!
*photos from The Guardian