The First Lesson…
Tonight, it’s time to mend the stack of clothes that have been piling up in the corner. I have a collection of wonderful dresses that were my Grandmother’s. Most are from the fifties, made of a light cotton or muslin which makes them a treat to wear, if they are a bit fragile. Sometimes the seams give in the waist, or the hem, or the sleeves, but they’re pretty simple to repair. My mum taught me to hand sew at a very young age, and it seems to serve me well for these types of repairs.
There’s a lovely sleeveless dress that buttons up from bottom hem to collar and is covered with tiny blue and yellow flowers. The seam on the waist gave way a little while back and I finally got to it tonight. When I turned the dress inside out to mend it, I saw dark thread held together the waist, white thread at the hem, and light blue at the collar. I smiled. This dress has been repaired many times, and not just by a neglectful granddaughter. Most of my dresses were repaired and adjusted long before I owned them. It’s a nice feeling, being part of a tradition in mending ones own things. These days, I suppose it’s called DIY, back then it was called necessity.
So that’s the first lesson, I suppose. Mend.
This blog was really started because I’ve been wanting to dress more vintage lately. I have a little collection already, mostly from Grandma, whom I miss dearly, some nicked from Mum, and some from dear and far away friends. Tuesday I go platinum blonde, like Jayne Mansfield, from there, who knows. There must be a way to dress in the way I admire, withought breaking my non existant pocket book. So, there’s the challenge, just like blog subtittle reads: Life, The Arts, Fashion, and Food…on a budget.