Discovering My Style…

Discovering My Style

When I was young, my mother, like many mothers, chose my attire for me daily. My only requirement was to put on what she selected. She bought the clothes she felt would look good on me and so forth.

As a teen, I hated shopping because she would always harp on how hard it was to shop for me. My feet were a size 12 and my arms were extra long, as were my legs. No one really looked like me and thus buying clothes and shoes for me could be very difficult. So I loathed shopping at all. Everything was more expensive for me because of my awkward sizes and the majority of everything had to be ordered via catalogs because they didn’t carry items for me in the stores.
Fast forward to a young adult and things didn’t change much at all. There were a few things in stores, but they all made me look frumpy and old. I could not find cute women tennis shoes in my size, I had to wear boys shoes. Like tall people had no class or style. So I totally withdrew from “dressing”, unless it was sweats, t-shirts/jeans, with men sneakers, and dresses for church.

At some point things began to shift, but by that time, I had absolutely no sense in style or what I really liked.

Then there was a season that God called me to skirts and dresses only and that made things really easy sort of. I just wore skirts and dresses, but many times there was still no class in what I wore, no style to say that’s “me”.

Now here I am 46 years old and I STILL hate shopping with a passion unless it’s for books or fabric and yes even groceries. I am hoping to embark on garment sewing in the coming months, but I don’t want to sew things just for the sake of sewing. I want to sew items that will be my predominate wardrobe. My problem…..I still don’t know what my style is. I know what colors I like and which ones look good on me, but my preferred style still eludes me. It actually makes me nervous to think about to be honest.

I still prefer to wear predominately dresses or skirts, I absolutely love the way they feel on my body and how feminine I feel when wear them. So I know my wardrobe will be majority skirts, tops, and dresses. I still love the comfortable aspect of t-shirts and jeans at times. And I enjoy an occasional nice pair of pants.

Is that all there is to determining your style?

I think not and I am at a loss as to how to go about finding me in this world of clothing.
I’m 46 and I’m a bit tired of being mistaken for someone’s grandmother….although I am NOW Boo Bears grandmother. LOL

I still feel young, yet I know I do’t want to wear the “hip” (is that even still a word used today, clothing the 20 somethings are wearing. I don’t want to be frumpy. I want to be classy like my momma was. I don’t wear make up and to be honest I don’t really want to. But I would like to dress nice on a daily basis and wear nice accessories with the occasional grunge look on the weekends.

Sigh….I think I need my sisters help. Missssssssssss where are you? Help your sister out!

If you all have any ideas of where to begin to discover my style, please do share in the comment section.

I’ll see you all sooner rather than later.

God Bless!!

My Addiction…

It’s been months since I’ve indulged. Months since I’ve lost myself in it. What am I referring to? Sewing.
Yes, sewing is my addiction. I have serious withdrawal symptoms when I cannot sew on a regular. I haven’t sewn a stitch since mid June and that seems like it was a lifetime ago. I quilted a baby blanket and burp cloths for a friends new grandson.
I’m not a partier, I don’t go to clubs, I don’t care to go to others homes for hours upon hours. What I can do and enjoy doing is sitting behind my sewing machine for hours, sometimes 8 or more in a day. If I could do it for a living I would. I can’t explain the joy and tranquility I feel when I’m sewing. I get lost in it. I do some of my best praying while sewing. Some of my best ideas and creativity take place while I’m sitting behind my sewing machine and sewing.
Who knew I would enjoy it so much? I first sat down at a sewing machine while in high school. We were required to take a certain number of electives each year. I wanted to take auto and home ec. They wouldn’t let me take auto, so I took art and home ec. Come to think of it, I should have insisted on auto and home ec like I wanted…I can’t change a tire to save my life. I failed art…yes, I sure did. I can’t draw, sculpt or paint to save my life either. I can make a bad stick figure though!!! After my first semester in home ec, I was hooked. I took home ec for the remainder of my electives from Sophomore to graduation. In fact, the last semester of my senior year I was told I had taken all the classes I could for home ec and I cried. I did not want to have to go to another elective. So my final semester I actually worked as the home ec teacher aid and thus that was my first job. I probably would have gone to school to be a home ec teacher, but it wasn’t long after graduation that they discontinued home ec as an elective in high schools. (Now it’s back and it’s called life skills)
We learned the basics of sewing and then for our semester assignment we had to make a jumper. It was best and worst of times. LOL
I chose the jumper pattern and then picked out my fabric. I was so proud of what I had chosen. I soon learned that another classmate had chosen the exact same patter and the exact same fabric as I had chosen. It would not have been so bad had she not discontinued to be my friend weeks before that. There were mistakes and all but I was so proud of that jumper. I made it myself and wore it to school on the selected day to model and get graded. I only wore it that one time however, because ya know kids can be extremely cruel. She wore hers several times….need I say more?
I never looked back at another sewing machine again. Vowed I would never even entertain the thought. However, that was short lived. About 13 years ago, my husband bragged and bragged about his mother making all their clothes and curtains and such. I so wanted him to beam with pleasure about things I too could make for our children and home. I also thought it would be a good money saver to make me and the children’s clothing since we were a one income family. So a year later I asked for a sewing machine for Christmas. I was so intimidated by it that it stayed in the box for an entire year. It wasn’t until after my husband left and I was jobless and pinching pennies that the Lord brought a few women into my life and they helped me over come the fear of my sewing machine. What they didn’t tell me though, was that it would take practice and that I’d make many outfits that were not fit for wearing before I had anything worth wearing outside the home and not feeling embarrassed about it. I gave up on sewing clothes and opted for making home decor and quilts.
A year ago I had a desire to learn to sew my own clothing again. So much so that I joined an online sewing class by Mimi G, Sew It Academy. I got through the first 3 courses and I haven’t sewn anything since. Not because I’m intimidated, but I just didn’t have the finances at first and then when I did, I made the biggest mistake by moving back to Texas and haven’t sewn ANYTHING since. It’s really not an easy feat when you are living with other people and can’t really set up your things the way you would like or need them to be. So, I’ll be shipping it all back to Virginia and saving money to make my move back to Virginia as well.
Let me tell you, sewing is my addiction and I can’t wait to get back behind my sewing machines, all 5 of them!!!