Tuesday, October 13, 2009
When I was home this weekend I did a simple sewing project. I made a dress. A children's dress. The pattern was easy to follow. The seams were easy to sew, the whole process was understated. I added green piping to the dress. It was made of cotton sporting a light fluffy pattern of twined-flowers. This process seemed dreamy and satisfying. But then I tried to give the dress to my sweet niece. She's four years old and adorable. When I gave her the dress, she thanked me. But I could tell that she was never going to wear it. I was slightly offended, I had worked on this piece with her in mind, and she didn't even like it. She told me that she might wear it as a dress up, or put it away with her fancy clothes, but that she liked clothes that clung to your body. First I laughed at what has come of our society. And then I thought about how I'm going to have to modify every one of my designs so that they can cling.