I enjoy not only dressing in vintage fashion, but taking up certain elements of the vintage lifestyle. I love the thrill of the hunt and proudly parading my thrifted trophies. I love seeing vintage patterns come to life in front of me due to my own hard efforts. I can make do with what I've got, and enjoy the challenge of experimenting with different clothing co-ordinates and accessories in order to make an entirely new outfit.
But I hate mending.
I have two piles of projects in my room: the exciting, glittering pile of new fabrics and patterns I've yet to try, constantly emitting the siren song of procrastination and dragging me away from my study - "Bring me to life! Make me beautiful!" - and my mending pile, which has sat untouched and unmended for several months now. Perhaps I neglect it because there's no excitement or mystery involved, after all, I already know what the garment will look like. Or simply because it requires the most time and effort for the least reward (hello, hand stitching). However, I can't sew during my exam period (it is a little difficult to hear lecture recordings over the roar of the sewing machine) so I have restricted myself to cutting out fabric, and mending. Le sigh.
On a side note, 90% of the contents of my mending pile are from Route 66 (to my international friends, a certain rockabilly clothing store in Australia). I'm not sure if you have a business philosophy, Route 66, but I'm going to hazard a guess that if you do, it's "Treat 'em mean and keep 'em keen". The number of times I have been let down by your store, due to both shoddy workmanship (fraying pockets and hems - seriously, learn to finish seams - and trim that ends up a flufftastic mess after only one wear - warning: do not buy their sailor jackets! Both my friend and I had this problem from the same item, and I ended up having to unpick all the trim from the wrists to make it wearable again) and incompetent staff (such as taking 20 minutes to add up my layby and still overcharging me, or losing records of my payments and again overcharging me - lucky I keep my receipts!) but I keep going back because your designs are so gosh-darned cute. I've had a preview of your new season range and already I know I'm lost again.But I hate mending.
I have two piles of projects in my room: the exciting, glittering pile of new fabrics and patterns I've yet to try, constantly emitting the siren song of procrastination and dragging me away from my study - "Bring me to life! Make me beautiful!" - and my mending pile, which has sat untouched and unmended for several months now. Perhaps I neglect it because there's no excitement or mystery involved, after all, I already know what the garment will look like. Or simply because it requires the most time and effort for the least reward (hello, hand stitching). However, I can't sew during my exam period (it is a little difficult to hear lecture recordings over the roar of the sewing machine) so I have restricted myself to cutting out fabric, and mending. Le sigh.
Oh, Route 66... I wish I knew how to quit you.











