I helped make pajama pants for a humanitarian aid project tonight. As I was sewing, a woman was watching and asking how I learned to sew. I told her that my mom sews and that at some point, after showing me how to sew straight seams, my mom let me pick out a dress pattern and said, "Call me if you have questions." Occasionally Mom inspected my work and caused me to wail by advising me to rip out an incorrect seam or pleat or tuck.
The woman at the humanitarian aid project asked if I resisted being taught to sew, which I thought was an odd question. I absolutely wanted to learn to sew. I loved sewing. In junior high and high school I made quite a few of my own clothes. Some of them were lovely. Some of them were hideous. Unfortunately, I didn't realize which ones were hideous until I left high school. There's a shorts and vest combination I made with green plaid seersucker that I recall with particular regret. I'm not sure if I really like my little teenage self for so unapologetically sporting unattractive self-creations or if I should be embarrassed for myself.
I am embarrassed about the green plaid pants I wore in Russia in college (I don't know what my deal is with green plaid). I only took a few pairs of pants to a foreign country for three months and I took green, plaid pants with an elastic waistband. Why? Why?!
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I remember those pants! And I thought they were fabulous, as I recall.
I posed for my senior pictures in a vest, though. So that should tell you something.
Hey now, don't go knocking green plaid!
Amy--But was the vest green plaid?
Ben--It has it's place. That place is just not in my closet.
I think that's awesome that you sewed many of your other clothes. And it's just part of being a teenager--looking hideous. I got worse as the teen years went on! I always thought it was supposed to get better.
Yeah, I'm not really sure how much better I got myself. I'll probably look back in 10 years and bemoan today's fashion choices.
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