So I've decided to use my recycle, revamp and reuse philosophy to also record some memories here. Each of the pieces of clothing I cut up or unravel and sew or knit into something new has been evoking times past, and I thought it would be an interesting record (for myself at least) to link the clothes-that-are-no-more to their past lives as they move on to pastures new.
Here is another recent creation:
This project used several of my absolute favourite items of clothing. Firstly, a silk paisley-esque strap top I got in the market at Camden Market. I wore it at my Nan's 80th birthday and for a summer of hot 'n heavy with Mr Fish. It really reminds me of that incredibly hot summer when the 7/7 bombings happened, when I spent an eye-opening few weeks in London and everyone was terrified of public transport. Secondly, a pair of linen cut offs. Liz was nice enough to sew a neat hem for me (back before I had a machine), and I wore them incessantly for every summer through university. I have a vivid memory of shivering violently on Castle Mound in Cambridge with Ksenia in mid November, and she (not known for her suitable dress sense at the best of times) asked me why I was still wearing 3/4 lengths and adventure sandals with frost underfoot. That year, I really didn't want the summer to end. Thirdly, a simple cardigan with a jaunty angle of pearly buttons, in my favourite colour (teal). I wore it with everything (for a while all my clothes coordinated with teal!), until Mr Fish unfortunately shrunk it in the washing machine. Woe. But now, all live to see another day as an incredibly sturdy doorstop, the first one we've had able to withstand the terrible force of all our coats, bags and scarves, and the determined swing of a cat atop the door.Oh, and I had quite a nice day at Cromer beach pinching a bit of sand, too!
Here is another recent creation:
This project used several of my absolute favourite items of clothing. Firstly, a silk paisley-esque strap top I got in the market at Camden Market. I wore it at my Nan's 80th birthday and for a summer of hot 'n heavy with Mr Fish. It really reminds me of that incredibly hot summer when the 7/7 bombings happened, when I spent an eye-opening few weeks in London and everyone was terrified of public transport. Secondly, a pair of linen cut offs. Liz was nice enough to sew a neat hem for me (back before I had a machine), and I wore them incessantly for every summer through university. I have a vivid memory of shivering violently on Castle Mound in Cambridge with Ksenia in mid November, and she (not known for her suitable dress sense at the best of times) asked me why I was still wearing 3/4 lengths and adventure sandals with frost underfoot. That year, I really didn't want the summer to end. Thirdly, a simple cardigan with a jaunty angle of pearly buttons, in my favourite colour (teal). I wore it with everything (for a while all my clothes coordinated with teal!), until Mr Fish unfortunately shrunk it in the washing machine. Woe. But now, all live to see another day as an incredibly sturdy doorstop, the first one we've had able to withstand the terrible force of all our coats, bags and scarves, and the determined swing of a cat atop the door.Oh, and I had quite a nice day at Cromer beach pinching a bit of sand, too!
