I am a maker at heart and if there is one thing I know it is that behind every stitch, sketch and blob of ink there is a story of how it got there. The more I make things the more I am certain of it. There are no exceptions. When I wear my handmade clothes I remember making it. I remember where I got the fabric and how it felt after washing it for the first time. I remember the sewing mishaps and any corrections I had to make. I remember how I had to read the instructions three times to figure out the placket. Sometimes I even remember the weather or what I was listening to while I made it. The whole story of its construction is embedded in the fibers as are snippets from every time I wore it. It is rich with story.
But it is not just the handmade. Everything has a story; everything was made by someone somewhere. It was while thinking about these stories, three years ago, that I decided to stopped buying new clothes. (more…)