Monday Morning Coffee–Clothes and Such
Good Morning, Monday Coffee Mates! It’s overcast and 50F, likely to reach 68 as we enter a warm humid spell this week. This inevitably happens after I put the finishing touches on a sweater, so all must be right with the world.
Oh Great, the Porch Post Needs Shimming Again
Keeping the wardrobe weeded out is an ongoing thing. Like many of you I have a bag that gradually accumulates the stuff I’m not wearing enough to keep. This process has slowed down enough to where it takes about a year to fill one large bag, but of course it wasn’t always that way. When life is in a frequent state of flux, it’s hard to know what you’ll want or need in the way of clothes from one year to the next. Add some economic caution, and it’s easy to get into a “just-in-case” mindset.
Take the long crocheted linen cardigan in the pic above. Acquired for a song several years ago, it’s a soft earthy green and has a lovely drape. But I didn’t wear it often because it didn’t really suit my lifestyle at the time, and then I kinda forgot about it. Every time I cleaned my closet I’d see it and think, oh I should just donate it, but I really, really liked it so I hung on to it. It actually survived three years in the donation bag.
Every so often I get into a ruthless sorting mood, and the last time that happened I dealt with the bag of accumulated clothes that had somehow grown to two bags (admit it, you know those bags propagate when you’re not looking). This was going to be the Last Time for a lot of the “maybe” stuff–my lifestyle is pretty stable and is not likely to change much in the foreseeable future, so I could weed out with confidence. I got rid of it all except for two sweaters, the one in the pic and another favorite that was too small (I’d gained weight) and now fit again (lost the weight, yay). And I’m wearing them all the time. The one in the pic is quite long and really suits the skinny black jeans.
It also had a tiny rip at the shoulder, which caused a very noticeable unraveling. Now this is the fun part–a few months ago I cleaned out my ancient sewing box, and it had an extensive collection of those packets of spare buttons and thread that come with some brands. And I sorted through those and kept the relevant ones. And–oh this is so exciting, can’t you feel it–I’d saved the little packet of yarn that came with this sweater! So I mended it, and wear it regularly. What a love story, eh? Okay, so it wasn’t all that, but if you have a frugal streak, you’ll know the sort of joy I’m talking about.
I’m doing a shoe purge soon. My fav plaid Converse bump-toe sneakers have had to be eliminated, because the toes on my right foot would go numb every time I wore them. I guess this numb-toe phenomenon is quite common from middle age onward, doesn’t take much to cause it. I’ve replaced them with flat-soled espadrilles with loads of wiggle room. There are some other culprits amongst my shoes: buh-bye to them, too.
(While shopping for the espadrilles, I noted racks and racks of those long tiered gypsy skirts. Weren’t those all the rage like five years ago? Are they back? What? Somebody tell me.)
This past weekend’s Minimalism Reward: I looked for, and quickly found, two items I hadn’t clapped eyes on in two years. One was a replacement weed-whacker string bobbin, and the other was a McCall’s sewing pattern for a tunic-length shirt. There was a time it would have taken at least an hour and the creation of an unbelievable mess to have unearthed these things. I’m feeling all nice and smug, so I’m going to go make my cafe-au-lait d’amande (if you know French, please correct this). Back in a minute.
Ok, back. I wrote up a description of how I made one of my sweaters and sent it to my DIL the pattern designer, who is going to try to rewrite it intelligibly, and I’ll let you know if that works out. Going to wear that infamous striped sweater today for the first time, too
Got a fair bit of writing done over the weekend, and entered a nice stream-of-consciousness state while weeding the garden. Those are the times that I often come up with memories and images and fancies that trigger a story or a chapter or a scene. I kept my notebook and pen nearby in the garden to catch the ideas before they dissipated. They dissipate quickly, too, much too quickly for me to finish weeding, wash up, then sit down and write them out properly. So even if I only get a few words and phrases down, or even a list of details, it’s enough to pick up where I left off.
Later this week I’ll do a post on Minimalism, but haven’t decided yet which of two possible directions it can take. It could go the why-I-got-into-it route, or it could go the state of the concept route, where I look at what is happening to others who have gone this way. Or maybe a mix.
Time to get this posted and you know the drill–chime in with your thoughts and experiences, and have a lovely day