Now is about the time on the calendar when we collectively push off on a slip-and-slide through the holidays and hurtle towards the year’s end. Everywhere you look there’s advice on how to cook the moistest, look the sparkliest, and give the shiniest. Expectations are set very high. We’re reminded to be thankful for one Thursday in November and then it’s off to the races or rather the shopping center.
Sonya is wearing: Margot by Linden Down (modified) in Ashford Tekapo 8 Ply; 100 Acts of Sewing Dress no. 2; denim pants (own pattern).
Gratitude shouldn’t be an isolated blip. It’s a personal subject and essentially introspective. For me, it’s a means of pressing pause on how you wish things could be or questioning why they are a certain way. This might be different from the brassier and hashtaggier form of gratitude that’s a close cousin to the humble brag. It doesn’t have to read like a top ten list of achievements, complete with brushstroke calligraphy. I am thankful for the things that made me struggle and helped me find out who I am.
Icing Swirl Hat by Ysolda Teague in Misti Alpaca Chunky; Knitting Pure & Simple pattern #9724 in Pigeon Roof Studio Superwash Merino Worsted; Simple Skirt; and 100 Acts of Sewing Pants no. 2.
When I was a teenager, I longed to fit in and wanted to emulate what I saw portrayed on television and in movies. My freckles, my hair color, and my weight were just some of the things I didn’t like about myself. All attributes which younger me perceived as impediments to acquiring the “right” look. It’s quite natural to desire what you don’t have, so much so that a large degree of marketing depends on exploiting this very human foible.
Gold Rush Shawl by Amy Christoffers in Rowanspun DK; modified Featherweight by Hannah Fettig in A Verb for Keeping Warm Farm Series Alpaca Corriedale; long sleeve shirt (own pattern); Dress no. 1; and Pants no. 1.
Anyone who has freckles finds themselves, at one time or another at the receiving end of taunts like Freckle Face, much like the way a kid wearing glasses must endure the label Four Eyes. I didn’t like the smattering of dots, but nor did I like the unrecognizable face in the mirror after a coat of foundation snuck from my mother’s makeup bag. Clearly, I was not someone who would wear full makeup everyday. I learned to live with my freckles, as I’ve also come to value what makes me different.
Scoop Neck Cardigan by Debbie Bliss in Noro Silk Garden; Tunic no. 1; modified Dress no. 2; and Pants no. 2.
Accepting my life and growing older are both very much intertwined. I decided ten years ago to embrace my body size and stop hiding in my clothes until I lost weight, opting instead to have fun, and choosing colors and prints as a way to broadcast this. Wearing combinations of my hand knit scarves and sweaters with thrift store finds eventually led to sewing garments. I am truly thankful for these crafts that bring so much to my life, in both functionality as well as creative expression.
Springtime Bandit by Kate Gagnon Osborn in Clara Yarn Great White Bale 3; modified Dress no. 2; Pants no. 1; and socks (own pattern) in Nimbus Self Striping Sock Yarn by Trailing Clouds.
Would I have started knitting and sewing if I weighed less and didn’t have freckles? Maybe, but I’m glad for them all the same.