As a child. wearing thrift store overalls and sweaters. Never thinking about my own clothes. My cousin made fun of me for wearing the same clothes two days in a row
I hadn't even noticed. In my own little world.
6 years old. Being made fun of at school by an older boy for having a stupid looking hat. My homemade knit hat. For the first time it occured to me my clothes could be wrong. After that my parents asked me if I wanted to be homeschooled. I said yes.
7 years old. I create a world of mice paper dolls out of a box of discarded ALCOA computer paper. They have extensive wardrobes, covering varying periods of history and just about every possible kind of thing I could think of.
3. 9 years old. Read the Lord of the Rings for the first time. Fell in love with fantasy. Discovered costume history books. Began creating obsessively paper dolls. Buying my own clothes remains an unexperienced part of life. My own clothing was simply a moot point, as always.
12 years old. Taking the sheets off my bed and draping them around me to make dresses. My mom had a book on how to make cloth dolls and I sewed a set of them on the treadle machine... and dressed them in little corsets and simple dresses out of scraps of fabric. Still no tangible interaction with consuming fashion, but desperately aware that I was in the wrong clothes, and unable to do much about it. I lived in a small town that had like, one store where you could buy expensive, boring clothing. One shoe store.
13 years old. I want a pair of Doc Martens so much. Too expensive. My best friend and her mom take me to the mall for the first time. I have $30. The best store is Le Chateau.
We look in the bins for cheap halter tops.
14 years old. Mostly I take my dad's clothes from the closet, from the seventies. I wore these huge clothes for a 6-foot man even though I was this skinny little eighty pound girl. I swath myself in giant, ridiculous clothes. I have glasses now and I hated them, so I wore my hair long and hiding as much as possible of myself. I had a leather hat that obscured most of my face. My mom has a hard time convincing me not to wear it at my grad dance. My most bizarre period.
15 - 16. Thrift store chic, but more concerted. Odd and ridiculous clothes. Slightly off-colour clothes. Slap-dash approximations in a world where fashion was all jeans and winter coats.
17 - 18. First jobs. Finally purchase a pair of Doc Martens 1460 Quads... chunky, soft black matte. Nice. More jeans and t-shirts. Ski coats. An effort to fit in. Never skirts and dresses.
19 - Prom. Lycra. Cost: $40 on sale at Le Chateau. Wrecked it without a care.
20 - Enter university. Fashion Design degree. Acutely aware that my clothes are wrong. Intimidated by Fashion. Feel out of place. My first purchase in the city: Gucci cats-eye shaped frameless glasses that are my signature.
21 - Start wearing dresses in the summertime. Start making things and wearing them. My first docs finally crack in the sole
. New ones red leather with black polish...
22 - Start to have "summer style" and "winter style". Feel confidence in my clothes for the first time. Start to settle into the fashion scenario here. Beginning to fall in love with the whole crazy thing.
Get my first nice haircut.
23 - New boots, Fluevog Bond Girl boots, think knee high girly moto-boots. More skirts. More jackets. More mixing. More military. But still comfortable, capable, more things that I make that make me feel good. Never felt happier and looking forward to the changes post-graduation too... ugly duckling to swan story almost complete
this gets a little emotional.
I just love reading all your histories...