my daughter's 15 months old now, nearly 16 months, and growing up fast and furious. of late she's been completely and totally enamored with clothes and accessories. her own, but also and especially, mine. she's been wanting to wear my shoes (see her wearing my red clogs, above!), and has even taken to grabbing my shoes (various different pairs) and carrying them around the house with her like a lovey or fetish object. she could have hours of fun just sitting in the closet amongst my pile of shoes, and she'll often grab a pair and bring them out to me, yearning to try them on. she's been repeatedly wanting to put on a gold sparkly pair of her mary janes in recent weeks, and has also been grabbing various sweaters and sweatshirts of hers and demanding that they be put on her, sometimes several different ones in rapid succession until she's satisfied.
it's no surprise, to pete and i, anyway, that one of her first words was "shoe".
these behaviors seem adorable, if not a little precocious, no? this being my first (and probably only) child, and also, not knowing much about kids in general beyond my own...help me out, if you know: is this kind of thing normal? other fashionable mommas of girls out there: do your baby girls do this??
at any rate, i think it's pretty funny and very endearing. i'm wondering if she'll continue this fascination with clothes and shoes and baubles, or if it's just a passing toddler or childhood phase, wherein one's child wants to be "just like mommy" (or daddy, as the case may be)...?
but, taking this further, i also wonder: how much of what we wear, what we love, what we're into, is influenced by what we see our parents/siblings/family wearing? as i see it, those around us, our families and close associates, have a big influence over us and what we wear. this can and does usually seem to go one of two ways (sometimes both, or one way or the other depending on where you are in your life or development at a given juncture): one, you can dress just like/or similar to mom and/or dad (or like the rest of your family), or you can try and do the exact opposite, as a way to exert independence and set oneself apart from whom you sprang. going with what you know, or (un)consciously going against it.
i know for me, it was like this: it went both ways. i wanted, and still want to be a lot like my parents, i have some similarities in my tastes in relation to them, but have always had a stubborn streak that made me want to be my own person, stylistically, and otherwise.
my dad's style is very trad, very new-england in the 1960s, very collegiate, very ivy league. and he looks amazing. i definitely see myself embracing similar tastes, a lot of times, leaning back on classics as foundation in my wardrobe, albeit usually wearing them with more than a little cheeky twist (unexpected fabrics, odd yet calculated pairings of pieces, colors, textures, etc.). dad also loves color, just like moi (boy howdy!)...we're both unafraid to wear it. as for mom, i still have a picture of her in my mind's eye that includes her sporting a chin-length blonde bob (my hair is usually some variation on the same), and if i could get my hands on some of the things she wore in the 1970s (like that long gone, camel-colored a-line wool jumper she had!) i'd be a happy, happy woman.
but...there are a good many things i love and wear that i doubt my parents would ever consider in a million eons...and that's what makes me *me*, my tastes mine. and that's fine. but my parents are, in many ways, the core of me, the jumping off point from which i come, stylistically.
maybe it's a little like this: you take a little from what you know, mix it with who you are inside, and volia...you have your own personal style statement. or something like that.
i can't wait to see who my little poppy flower becomes. will she continue to love all the bright colors, like i do? will she still be into the shoes, the jewelry, the clothes? will she love getting dressed up as much as i do? will she clamor to wear my old things when she's older? or will she eschew it all, in favor of her own different and delightful tastes and whims? maybe she'll indulge in a little of both, remixing things her own way, playing with influences and trends and all of it. either way, it will be fascinating to watch her grow and watch her evolve, stylistically, and otherwise.
lessons learned from a borked sewing machine
-you can't mail a sewing machine (or iron) halfway across the country, and expect it to be in perfect condition when it arrives. especially if it's handled by UPS and not mailed in it's original box. they might (and did!) drop-kick it in transit...and it may never be the same. and you'll be sad when you've realized what happened...and it might be too late to do much about it except spend more moolah, scrambling to get it fixed and/or find a permanent/temporary replacement. which is, of course, a hassle. because you might find yourself driving out to the chicago suburbs on a sunday to do so...in traffic, with an antsy 14 month old. which is, of course, a bit stressful. and so on.
-there is (generally) a HUGE difference between the expensive sewing machine (or iron, or even, camera, to extend this further, if you wish) and the cheaper one. the more expensive one FEELS different to sew on than the cheaper one, it's been engineered more carefully and is (generally) made out of better, higher quality materials. using a better machine is akin to driving a REALLY, REALLY nice car, like, say, a bmw or mercedes, while sewing with a cheaper machine is perhaps more like driving a budget mobile, like, uh, a toyota camry. they both get you where you have to go, but the nicer one feels COMPLETELY different to handle and probably has more bells and whistles.
-but it almost goes without saying: using a more expensive sewing machine (iron, camera, car, etc.) does NOT make you a better sewer (ironer, photographer, driver, etc.). it can definitely make things easier for you as you go along but all the extras mean nothing if you don't know how to use them, and definitely don't mean anything if your base skills aren't up to snuff.
-continuing the sentiment from that last note and the note above it, just because you have the fancy-dancy machine, doesn't mean you need all it's fancy features. some of that stuff they offer can really make your sewing (etc.) life easier, but some of it is probably just superfluous stuff you'll never really use or get around to using in a million years. it's marketing hype that's there to convince you, via your sewing machine dealer, to buy something at a higher price point (regardless of whether you are really realistically apt to use any of it). sure, the embroidery attachment is really COOL, but do you need it?? or the pages and pages of decorative stitches? maybe not. but you could use the powerful motor, a nice selection of buttonholes, a wide assortment of useful, every day sort of stitches, things of that nature. it's never bad to be a little pragmatic when buying something like a sewing machine (camera, car, etc.). the best you can afford without going overboard and all that.
-always have a back-up machine. even the nice machines go down (in flames, sometimes!)...you don't have to spend a lot of money on the second one. you could buy used, or buy cheap. on the subject of the latter, don't expect it to be like your everyday, workhorse machine, because at that (LOW LOW!) price point, it just ain't. and never will be. but it works *just good enough* to get you by in the interim. and that's okay.
and as a bonus adage for those who might need it:
here's a (sewing applicable) life lesson that i learned from one of my professors at parsons, that i still remember, heed, and toss out a lot to other people (probably multiple times on this here blog, too, over the years!). it is this:
the long way is the short way.
(do it right the first time and you won't spend time later doing it over again. or, there are really no shortcuts. take your time and do it right.)
my colorful life
sorry for the long gap between posts...that flu we caught was a DOOZY. poppy got over hers and then promptly got an ear infection, and mine turned into a nasty bout of sinusitis which had me feeling feverish for 5 out of 7 days last week. so awful. thankfully, we're both now on the mend.
despite the funk that had me feeling less than fine, i forced myself to come out of my hidey-hole for a couple hours to attend the independent fashion bloggers dress up soiree during fashion week...i was a panelist at the event, speaking a little about w_r and things related. 300 people were in attendance (!!!), and my speaking compatriots included susie bubble, crosby of pr couture, and jessica of what i wore, amongst many others. thanks to all who came up to me and said hi after the panel was over. a big giant public thanks goes out to jennine of the coveted/ifb for inviting me to participate. it was a big honor and i was humbled to have been recognized for my contributions to fashion blogging and for creating w_r and whatnot. so very cool. you can see photos from the event here.
in other big personal news, i'll be leaving NYC temporarily (until the end of the year or just a little past)...my little fam will be living in chicago for a while, while pete trains at his new job. then it's back to the NYC area, hopefully permanently. *crosses fingers and toes*
i'll miss you, NYC!
but i've never been to chicago...i'm kinda looking forward to the change and the adventure of exploring the city on what's basically going to amount to a long vacation. should be interesting!
anyone care to offer suggestions on things i must check out in chicago? restaurants? museums? shops? i'd love to hear your suggestions concerning the craft/fabric/yarn/thrift store scene if you got 'em! thanks so much!!