Tuesday 2 October 2007
Beautiful on the Inside
My Mom's latest visit here was especially fun. Mr. S and Safiya went to a Blue Jays baseball game and Mom and I went to Holt Refrew, or Holt's as the well-heeled would say, I suppose. We lunched with the ladies who lunch and then went to look at designer clothes.
Now, perusing designer clothes with a woman like my mother is probably not a typical experience. We both love fabric, we both love clothes. But what my Mom loves the most and which I enjoy as a spectator sport is trying to figure out how the clothes are made. So there we were, handling Dolce & Gabbana and Stella McCartney and ahhhhh, Alexander McQueen without even the remotest intention of trying them on. (The next line is with reference to a designer which will remain unnamed, and there was more than one.)
"Ugh, they would never have made seams like that twenty years ago!"
And that is my mother. Looking at the inside of the clothes. They may be beautiful on the outside, but how they are made will reflect on the outside, even if it's not immediately obvious.
Taking apart a thrifted cotton pillowcase the other day, this is what I found on the inside:
Some day my seams will look like that.