Dare to Be Different…

A recent comment in an online sewing group made me think.  The person commenting said that she wanted to make and wear so many different things, but that in the “casual” world we live in she was afraid to stand out like a sore thumb by wearing something outside the norm.   Those responding to her were of the mindset of that she be herself and wear what makes her happy.  Those of us who sew often think that way because we strive to follow our own fashion sense.  Still, if we really think that, why do we fall into the trap?

Why do we feel the need to conform to what others think or do?   Why do we let community, or culture, or fashion dictate how we look?  Why are we reluctant to be different?

Have you every watched a toddler dress themselves?  They put on the things they like.  They wear rain boots with tutus…Christmas dresses on the 4th of July…polka dots with stripes!   They have creative minds and are learning who they are and what they like.  But we stop them and teach them to conform to what is acceptable to everyone else.

Why are we afraid to let them stand out?  Why are we afraid to stand out?   We weren’t created to be carbon copies of everyone else!

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Years ago, I loved sewing for a lady who was short and fluffy.  She said her friends told her to wear dark colors to make her look thinner.  Instead, she wore what she loved…tropical prints and colors…yellow and orange and aqua!  She felt good about herself and it radiated in her personality and her style.  She walked with confidence.

Dare to be different! Dare to be what God created you to be!  Dare to stand out in a crowd!

“For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.”  Psalm 139:13-14

A Step Back in Time

1989…my first bridal commission.  I found these photos while trying to organize my sewing clutter this morning.

She had been my children’s babysitter for a summer and her mother I had worked together at the bank. We all attended the same church in our small, very rural farming community.

I had just transitioned from working in the sewing room which we converted from a porch in our farmhouse while watching over the sheep in the pasture outside my window to opening a small shop in town.  

Mother, daughter, and I drove three hours to a fabric shop in a converted school to purchase the beautiful bridal satin, tulle, nylon net and lace trim. Over a period of 3 months, I constructed the gown.  Each lace medallion was hand-stitched in place and embellished with tiny pearls.  The veil was also embellished with randomly applied pearls. Bias satin covered piping along the drop-waist seam. 

The bride purchased the fabric for the bridesmaid’s dresses in the city where she was living and working – beautiful jade green silk shantung and matching lining.  There were 6 bridesmaids, 5 local which allowed for measuring and fitting. One lived out of state and sent her measurements by mail.  I did the final fitting on hers 2 days before the wedding when the girl arrived in town.

The wedding gown was beautiful in its simplicity.  I don’t have pictures of the bride wearing it, but she was beautiful as she walked down the aisle in our little country church.