One-two, one-two, we’re hot footing it into the year. For some reason I always think of March as the start of the year. In New Zealand, it’s the end of summer, and absolutely everyone is back at their desk again, getting down to it (except, of course, those of us on the eternal holiday of mothering, and we mustn’t forget either the terrible disruption in Christchurch). March is when the weather cools down a bit and you can think clearly, while enough of the year has happened to give an idea of what flavour the remaining ten months will be. I reckon this year will be cinnamon, just for the record. Unsuspecting, but with a lot of punch if you accidentally tip the whole jar into your morning porridge. I’m speaking from past experience here: it really is quite a start to the day.
So on that note, we embark on the Me-Made-March’11 challenge. I have pledged to wear at least one me-made item each day, but I hope to do better than that. For me, this month will be about identifying the limitations of my me-made wardrobe. There might be some midnight sewing – nothing like a deadline to get me going. There are a few things in my wardrobe made years and years ago that could be reappraised, paired perhaps with newer things. Rata and I MIGHT even match sometimes. I mean, we match all the time anyway, but maybe, just maybe, we’ll be wearing the same thing in the same fabric (like our matching yellow leggings). You never know what a week of rain will do to your wardrobe. Let’s not get complacent. It is March after all.
This is going to be a really interesting month! Not only will I be sewing at midnight (maybe), I’ll be getting myself ready for Craft2.0 on Easter Saturday – cutting paper for my next batch of books and gluing things and so on, as well as a whirlwind visit to Auckland for Louis’ aunties’ 60th (minus Rata, who gets to hang out with her Oma for two whole days – lucky!) and getting to know the ins and outs of Playcentre, the parent-run fun times Rata is enrolled at in our neighbourhood. As well as an overdue housewarming and the general mischief one gets up to when one is predisposed to that kinda thing. And planting my new garden and squishing cauliflower-chompin’ caterpillar misfits. But mostly it will just be Rata and I, hanging out in Paekakariki, eating ice creams, fooling around in the park and getting sand in our shoes.
Yeah, that’s me jumping in today’s outfit. It took me a really long time to get the camera angle/vantage point/lighting/background right in my messy (already) sewing room, though – hey – I think I’ve reconciled myself with this photo:
Sweet, look at all those boxes! I’m standing on a stool there. That’s why I have the appearance of a giant about to EAT YOU ALL UP. The skirt is a recent project, made from two vintage double knit fabrics in the same vein as my peacock skirt. The hooded top is from Glassons, but we’ll forgive it that as we’ve spent four happy years together and it shows no sign of giving up on me anytime soon. What you might be able to see, also, is the fine selection of food I am modeling on my clothes. In other words, three days of toddler – or lowered expectations, since I was on morning tea duty today at Playcentre and figured it would happen anyway.
The other oufit item of note are my jellies, or rather the story that goes with them. I wore them to dinner with my friend Lou a week or so ago, and when she saw them she said ‘Oh good, that means I can start wearing jellies now.’ She went on to explain that she has a very up-to-the-minute trendy-friend who, when you see her wearing something, you know that within a year everyone will be wearing such a thing. But I am the opposite – if you see me wearing something, apparently, then you know you’re safe, and you won’t be mistaken for someone ‘fashionable’. I hope I never disappoint you in my un-trendspotting, my dear Lou. Jellies are a bit uncomfortable though, just to warn you…