This may be a bit, well, personal, and a bit less about sewing today. But a lot of my projects coming up are in part due to some of the realizations I’ve made about myself, so I felt a bit of explanation was in order, lest you chastise me about my next post on (gasp!) high waist pants.
I’ve made some incredible friends since becoming a parent, and some were playing around with color and style in their wardrobe recently. I’ve always been
kind of interested obsessed with clothes, and was happy to play along. I design custom clothing as a business, after all, so how far off could I be about myself? After spending a decade believing I was some sort of autumn thanks to the 1980’s Color Me Beautiful system and my Prescriptives skin tone typing, I had been wearing mostly orange and brown toned makeup. I didn’t think I really needed a color assessment, but have really been focusing lately more on highest potential instead of sure, that works. Long story short, I went to see the fabulous Monica Gill of Uncommon Color, who is trained in the Sci/ART system, and sat in a shocked stupor the whole drive home after discovering I’m actually a Soft Summer. (For more information about Sci/ART, you can loose yourself in the 12 Blueprints website.)
Why this made a difference: I was six weeks postpartum when I was analyzed. You know, just long enough after you have a new baby that the sleep deprivation has caught up with you. And you feel like all you do all day is deal in poop and vomit and trying to get sleep, oh sweet sleep! As someone who has always enjoyed dressing to the nines, I really take an emotional blow when I can’t fit into old clothes, and barely have time to brush my hair, let alone change out of yoga pants all day. You know what helped? A run to Target with my new fan of colors, and $30 spent on the kiosk of summer Tshirts all in my new colors. Cheap enough that I didn’t care how badly they were stained by the end of the summer, but made me feel a bit better. Some new lipstick that I could swipe on in the bathroom after washing my hands changing the endless diapers, that brought some color back to my face. Even burgundy mascara, at Monica’s suggestion, which helped distract me from the bags under my eyes. Taking those two seconds at a time helped lift the veil of foggy mom brain, and feel more connected with who I am, which in turn helps me recharge and be there for my kids.
Personal style and image analysis is kind of the same thing, but about the shapes of your body. This is way more in depth than the typical “ruler body,” “hourglass,” etc. that is referenced over and over in style magazines. And it should be. Just as no one’s coloring is that broad and vague, neither are our bodies. It’s what makes us as individual as we are. David Kibbe wrote the book Metamorphosis in 1987 and introduced basic body types, which can be more yang (sharp, angular, long, and broad) or more yin (curvy, petite, narrow) within each type. There is a ton of information available online about this if you really want to delve in, as well as quizzes. But moral of the story is that it is as hard to be objective about your shape as it is to see your colors. I haven’t yet splurged, but will probably go see Rachel Nachmias of Best Dressed eventually to be analyzed to help me further refine.
What I know so far from experimenting: I’m extremely yin. I could be a few different types, but this I know for sure. And what that tells me is that I’m never going to look good in extremely low waisted pants, I’m never going to have a gap between my thighs, I will inherently look better in more fitted styles that show my shape instead of skimming over the larger parts of me, and that’s okay. So many style guides in magazines and makeovers are constantly trying to disguise large hips, make your breasts look fuller, make you look taller, dress in colors to make you look skinnier, and on and on. I inherently disagree with the philosophy that we need to disguise who we are to make ourselves seem like a “better” version of ourselves. “Body acceptance” is such a terrible verbiage, because what we really need is celebration of who we are. Which is exactly why I love this system of line analysis so much. It enhances your natural essence, exactly at the weight and shape and size and color that you are. Not in an ideal world where we all lose 15 pounds to make ourselves feel better. Right now. Today. And that’s something I want to model for my daughter as she grows up in a world that puts too much emphasis on being someone else for acceptance and adoration.
I apologize if this got a bit #deardiary, but it’s something that I’ve felt pretty passionately about lately. If you want any links or more information about anything, please ask! I’m all too happy to talk about it inbetween sessions of potty training and bug school and Music Together. And I’m serious about the high waisted pants. Stay tuned.
Love from Wisco,