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My Me-Made Voyage of Self-Discovery, including a Final Recap

Dear Readers, far be it from me to pass up any opportunity for self-exploration. There is so much about myself I don’t yet know! And sure there is an entire world of books, movies, songs, science, hiking trails, locations, cities, cultures, languages, and nearly seven billion people I also don’t yet know, but I’m sure that I can’t properly figure all that out until I am chock full of self-esteem as a result of hard-earned self-examination.

And what better way that a purposeful self-voyage based on an analysis of and appreciation for the many and varied garments I have made and worn this month of May?

Accordingly, to begin, I looked for myself everywhere. I looked in the kitchen, the dining room, the front yard, the bathroom, even under the laundry basket in the basement. All I could ever find of myself anywhere were my own two hands, just ahead of me, always out of reach. My hands were all over the place (and are, even now, taunting me on my laptop keyboard), but the rest of me? Just glimpses, Dear Readers.

It was a very confused May (though a much warmer May than last year, where I remember shivering in the backyard all through the month for the selfies and wondering when it would ever be green again, and for the excessive warmth this May I am mostly grateful). How am I meant to Discover myself if I can never find more of me than my own hands? To be sure, it’s those hands that make the things I wear. But why? I can’t question them. They have no ears and if they did, no mouths to give me answers. Not that I’d want mouths on my hands. I’d never be able to go to the bathroom again.

At last I discovered the secret. And myself. In a mirror. Gazing into a mirror is, I’ve since found, a time-honoured way–nay, THE time-honoured way–of truly divining the ultimate worth of oneself and one’s purpose on this earth. The earth itself can wait. Right?

In so doing, I discovered something legitimately surprising: I wear a lot of yellow.

Yellow Vogue blouse in Liberty lawn.
Yellow Vogue blouse in Liberty lawn.
Yellow Butterick t-shirt in cotton knit.
Yellow Butterick t-shirt in cotton knit.
Yellow/citron silk-cotton voile blouse, Vogue again
Yellow/citron silk-cotton voile blouse, Vogue again
Yellow Butterick t-shirt again, with new Style Arc Jasmine shorts--mostly blue, but some yellow too.
Yellow Butterick t-shirt again, with new Style Arc Jasmine shorts–mostly blue, but some yellow too.
Vogue 8997 sheath dress--inexplicably, this dress has no yellow in it. This discovery causes me to question everything I thought I'd learned about myself in May.
Vogue 8997 sheath dress–inexplicably, this dress has no yellow in it. This discovery causes me to question everything I thought I’d learned about myself in May.
That yellow t-shirt again. Do I never wear anything else? Or maybe I just don't photograph myself in anything else? OH MY GOD. I WILL NEVER FIGURE MYSELF OUT.
That yellow t-shirt again. Do I never wear anything else? Or maybe I just don’t photograph myself in anything else? OH MY GOD. I WILL NEVER FIGURE MYSELF OUT.
Thank god there's yellow in these shorts. I can only take so many upsets to my newly emerging Theory of Andrea.
Thank god there’s yellow in these shorts. I can only take so many upsets to my newly emerging Theory of Andrea.
Yellow again! No mirror though. At least this photo demonstrates that the preference for Yellow still exists, even when it cannot be mirrorically confirmed.
Yellow again! No mirror though. At least this photo demonstrates that the preference for Yellow still exists, even when it cannot be mirrorically confirmed.

I had no idea I even owned so many yellow clothes. If anyone had asked me what my favourite colour is, I would have given the three replies, in order:

1. I don’t have a favourite colour. Any bright colour is fine by me.

2. I wear/own a lot of red though.

3. And I have a lot of blue fabric.

How did all this yellow slip under the radar?

My fabric stash is … err, stashed … in the den closet. I bought a few of those hanging Ikea sweater-storage thingies and fold my fabric up in those. It’s cheap, it keeps everything viewable when the closet doors are open, and when closed, shuts it away–except for the overflow currently serving Purgatory on the den floor. In contrast to the two full compartments of red/pink and the THREE full compartments of blue/teal, I have one total compartment for both yellow and orange and it’s not even full. Previous working theory: I don’t actually like/wear yellow all that much. Competing hypothesis: I like it so much that I sew it up as soon as I bring it home (except for the yellow cottons I brought home to make work pants–yes! it’s true!–which are still in the stash, weeping silent cottony tears).

Moreover, it’s all just so much more proof that I make a lousy 40-year-old. Yet another magazine has confirmed for me that in one’s 40s, one is meant to be wearing red. Alas.

However, it must be said that today I am not wearing any yellow at all. Burgundy pants, grey shirt. It may be that I will never Discover myself well enough to have the impact on this world that I know I am capable of. I suppose I’ll have to just muddle along the old way, without much thinking about Who I Am and How That Intersects with What I Wear. (Except for when I do. Yes, I know.)

I also discovered that I still need to make more shorts, and that it wouldn’t be amiss if I focused less on button-up shirts and more on knit shirts. Whether this will happen is as yet anyone’s guess. I couldn’t even begin to tell you, as apparently I just don’t know myself at all.

Me May Made Recap the Second!

OK, so I have been sewing, all right, and finishing things, but I am just SO BUSY and with all of this Me Made May hassle and the selfies and the flickr and IG and blogging and what-not I just don’t know what I am going to do! Stress, people!

(How many shots was that good for?)

Ahem:

Here are things I wore during the second week. Some repeats, one day where I wore the Jalie jeans but didn’t take a shot, so no pic for that day. I’ve been sewing a lot for Frances–mostly t-shirts and other practical items. You will have to use your imagination on those for the moment. I also finished yet another cotton/silk underlined fitted blouse with ridiculous seam finishes, and once again am swearing off it for eternity, but I love that stuff so much I know it won’t last.

Without further ado or excuse making:

Day 8: Jalie Jeans, again! StyleArc Madeleine top
Day 8: Jalie Jeans, again! StyleArc Madeleine top
Day 9: Butterick t-shirt, McCall (I think) shorts, hand-embroidered. Because I like to put my butt on something fancy.
Day 9: Butterick t-shirt, McCall (I think) shorts, hand-embroidered. Because I like to put my butt on something fancy.
Day 10: that Vogue shirt again! RTW shorts. Frances and I were off to a movie (the Avengers) to celebrate Mothers Day.
Day 10: that Vogue shirt again! RTW shorts. Frances and I were off to a movie (the Avengers) to celebrate Mothers Day.
Day 11: Back to work. StyleArc Emily top again and another pair of their Jasmine pants.
Day 11: Back to work. StyleArc Emily top again and another pair of their Jasmine pants.
Day 12: Vogue shirt in Nani Iro double gauze and the self-drafted suede skirt.
Day 12: Vogue shirt in Nani Iro double gauze and the self-drafted suede skirt.

Imagine a picture here of the same jeans you’ve seen already many times.

Day 14: Same Butterick shirt again, this time w/ a close-up of the beading on the neckline.
Day 14: Same Butterick shirt again, this time w/ a close-up of the beading on the neckline.

Me Made May Recap the First!

All this week I have worn clothing I made myself. Even pajamas! Which you don’t get to see, sorry.

Day One: Butterick t-shirt, Jalie jeans
Day One: Butterick t-shirt, Jalie jeans
Day two: Vogue shirt, same Jalie jeans
Day two: Vogue shirt, same Jalie jeans. You can maybe tell that I am not fussed about avoiding repeats.
Day three: me in a very sloppy Renfew, Frances in my first Ottobre t-shirt pattern
Day three: me in a very sloppy Renfew, Frances in my first Ottobre t-shirt pattern
Day 4: my tea-length Moneta, with a lovely panel print
Day 4: my tea-length Moneta, with a lovely panel print
Day five: Vogue leather skirt, and Vogue cotton-silk voile underlined shirt. Now that's a mouthful.
Day five: Vogue leather skirt, and Vogue cotton-silk voile underlined shirt. Now that’s a mouthful.
Day six: Same Butterick shirt, StyleArc Jasmine pants
Day six: Same Butterick shirt, StyleArc Jasmine pants
Day seven: StyleArc Emily top, Deer & Doe Chardon skirt (lining added)
Day seven: StyleArc Emily top, Deer & Doe Chardon skirt (lining added)

Do you care? God no. Of course not. But I am here to do my level best to give you all the justification you need to get roaring drunk. Bottoms up, ladies!

Me Made May, 2015

The Me Made May challenge is a bit controversial in sewing circles (or at least, the ones I travel in), but I enjoyed doing it last year so I’m signing up again. Last year it clarified for me that I really needed pants and shorts, not more skirts; and filling those gaps in the handmade wardrobe was very, very handy. This year, I want to focus on those days when I end up not wearing anything handmade (except for the work bag). Why is that? What is it on those days that causes me to reach for the store-bought? Is it that the handmade in the closet isn’t comfy? doesn’t match? is too dressed up, or not dressy enough? Are there particular kinds of garments I haven’t sewn enough of to get through a laundry cycle without them?

That’s the goal.

Here’s the statement I left on So, Zo’s blog:

I, Andrea, will wear handmade clothes every day for the duration of May, 2015.

That leaves some space for using OTR as part of an outfit if and when I need to, but will certainly make the whole thing more challenging.

I’ll try to keep outfit posts on Instagram and/or Flickr, but you’ll see round-up posts here occasionally. I’m going to try to have more fun with the photos too. And of course some of you may want to stock up your liquor cabinet–you know who you are.