
I've never believed in banning books. Not until recently that is....on Saturday I purchased Generation T - 108 ways to transform a T-shirt. Since browsing through the book Saturday evening, I have not been safe with a pair of scissors in my hands...neither have any Ts in the house. And so far, the 3 Ts that I re-designed, Edward Scissorhands style, never even came within 50 feet of a sewing machine or needle! I simply sliced, slit, and tied (little pieces of torn fabric scraps)...now I am certainly NOT saying that these recycled Ts look like anything that I would pay for but I've been having loads of fun. In fact, I am taking the first step and admitting that I may have a problem...
This morning I really did not want to iron anything. So I rummaged through my closet and found a pair of pants actually on a hanger...true, they looked as though they belonged in my son's closet when he was in high school (black chino type, wide wide legs which I turn up 10x, kinda wrinkly). They would have to do...now for a top. Ah ha! A black T that I wore maybe once because it came almost to my knees. Not anymore...
The time I spent cutting off the bands along the neckline, sleeves, and too-long bottom was probably twice as long as it would have taken me to iron...but that wasn't the point. I was creating! After the T trim, I poked holes through each shoulder and tied little bows with yellow and white stripes torn fabric scraps. They matched the design on the back, sort of. I justified my Eliott Bay Bookstore T-shirt because it just might promote reading....or encourage kids to find new words for "ugly."
When I stopped for coffee, the possibility that this was perhaps not such a good idea starting creeping in. It was one thing to sneak into school in a pair of jeans...it was quite another to sneak in wearing a hacked up T shirt that would not have even made it for callbacks to the chorus of Flashdance. I drove the 1.5 miles back home, pulled off the T shirt, and changed the ribbons to black and white little ties. Much better. Off I went to school.
It's one thing to post a mediocre poem or fuzzy photo. It's quite another to wear a creative failure. People Kids might stare, or worse, snicker. But they didn't. No one did. No one referred to the shirt at all. Whew...I blended. And trust me, that's not easy for an adult in a middle school. I think I may have written this once already but... In my first year of teaching, I wore greenish eye shadow. A few of my eighth grade boys were so adamant about how awful it looked that I refuse to even try on any shade of green eyeshadow...ever.
Then this evening I was looking at a few blogs and Caroline has written about a project called Wardrobe Refashion - a project that involves recycling/redesigning what you already own and pledging to not buy any new clothing for a specific number of months. I am considering signing up the the 2 month plan but only because of the Undies Clause and I need a new bathing suit and think bathing suits fall under the same category.
This whole recycling concept has made me think more seriously about how my choices effect the environment. (Act locally, think globally.) In Grist Plenty magazine, there was an article about wedding dresses made from old parachutes. The gown was very nicely designed in a non-Vera-Wang way. That may be asking too much of most brides but now that I think of it...my own wedding dress is just a few feet away...and the scissors are right within my grasp.............
Post Script: Today (the day after sporting my haute couture T) I am wearing a St. John knit suit (which I did buy "resale"!), Ferragamo pumps, and pearl studs...and still did not iron. Did someone say "atonement?"