This blog post isn’t really about showing off my awesome sewing since the denim miniskirt I hacked out of an old pair of my husband’s worn out jeans took me less than an hour to sew. But I do think it’s worth sharing since the skirt feels so very me. I’ve been trying to re-figure out what exactly my style is for quite a while now. I feel like my strong sense of self identity was eroded away as my self-confidence and happiness were eroded away over too many years in graduate school. And then I started to figure some things out but then I had a baby which meant dramatic changes to my body. So I’m (mostly) back to a place of feeling self-confident and comfortable in my body, but my wardrobe hasn’t caught up.
I went through the curated closet and I now have a much more cohesive vision for the direction to push my wardrobe. And I’ve been making steps in that direction like sticking to a color palette and choosing floral prints whenever possible. I noticed that I gravitate to maxis and minis when looking at silhouettes I like and I saw there was a lack of miniskirts in my closet, so I decided to whip out a quick mini to see if it worked for me like I thought it might.
Thinking back, denim miniskirts have always made me happy and comfortable. And I can vividly remember my last one. I bought it from a thrift store cheap but it was super comfy and fit well. A few years into graduate school I spent most of my summer at a research institute in Woods Hole, MA doing some advanced training. One morning, after doing my laundry the day before, I couldn’t find the denim mini. I asked other women in the program about it, thinking maybe it got scrambled in with their laundry since we were all staying on the same floor of a dorm. Several other women remarked that they had done laundry the day before and were each missing a skirt as well. Apparently someone went through the washing machines and stole women’s skirts. Weird and creepy.
Somehow I never replaced that skirt. For a while I actively looked for a miniskirt to replace it, but I just never quite found one that was as perfect as the one I had. And over time I just kinda stopped looking. A pretty apt metaphor for how I was feeling about myself. So now it’s about darn time that I reclaim the denim mini for myself. I look hot in it. I feel great in it. It’s very me and I’m glad I’ve figured that out (again).
Do you have a single garment that feels so very you? Or one that would leave an uncomfortable hole if it disappeared?