Let’s have a chat. I’ve been feeling a little less than inspired lately, and I’m trying to parse out how I can rejuvenate my creativity.
I used to dress like a badass. Not an actual badass with, like, leather and studs and stuff, but with a lot of attitude and spirit. Lately, I’ve been phoning it in big time. It bums me out, because I used to freakin’ shine, and I loved it. Getting dressed was a game of joyful expression that I got to play every single day.
Now, I’m not so concerned with what I’m wearing each day, in spite of the fact that I’ve been adding new handmades to the closet almost weekly. What gives?
Every time I watch Project Runway or the like with my mom, she has the same complaint. “Why do so many fashion designers dress like crap?” Not all of them do, but in general, for a creative group of people who are knowledgeable of and care specifically for fashion, they can be a bit… underwhelming in their sartorial choices.
And for the first time, I may understand it a little bit. When you’re so focused on the next thing you’re creating and dreaming up, what you put on your body today seems secondary. The creative drive moves from the present to the future. Once a garment is completed, it’s old news, and you’re already imagining your next 6 makes. I’ve been feeling like instead of each completed garment being a victory, it’s a hurdle I’ve jumped over. It was just something in the way of the next idea.
So, with that in mind, I’m going to take up the Me Made May challenge.
I know, I know: played out, excessive, no1curr, and Insta-clogging But I need the push to care about the things that I wear, to remember that the way I dress makes a difference in my mood, and that wearing my handmade garments should be a source of pride. I need to be pushed out of my default mode and take some creative fashion risks again.
Unfortunately, I don’t have much time before May to add any practical garments to my handmade stash. The priority has been a dress for a family wedding, so I’ll have to make a run of it with what I’ve got which, let’s be real, is pretty much in the spirit of the whole thing anyway.
My goal is to wear only garments that are me-made (or dramatically altered by me) for all of May. (I can’t with any kind of “pledge,” because I’m not a boy scout and all.)
Whether this works as a pick-me-up is incidental. As long as I’m engaging with something creatively, I’m not worried about closet malaise. But I would like to recapture some of my sartorial whimsy. (ALL THE WHIMSY, FOLKS.)
If anyone has any thoughts on wardrobe blindness, handmade fatigue, and the expiration date on Me-Made-May, I’d love to hear about it. And if you follow me on Instagram, prepare yourself for daily parade of poorly lit selfies. You’re welcome.