Old men and fashion

It isn’t often that I hear an old man comment on clothing, – other than it being related to how impractical this or that might be – but the old men usually make it count whenever they do comment on an outfit.

Tonight, leaving the classroom, the professor asks me if my skirt is made out of coat-ties.

I tell him that it is and that my mom and I made it.

With big nods and a big grin, he tells me how he thought so, because, well, it’s one of the ones in the back part, yes that one there – he owns that tie… he has that same one!

I was totally tickled by it, and he was delighted at having recognized them as ties (because we removed the back seams and opened each of them up, making them double the width), and so we both just chuckled along the hallway on our ways out, delighting in the small world that involved my skirt. ūüėõ

Post-a-day 2018

Cultural Pants with Mom

Have you ever gotten creative with your clothing? ¬†I certainly have. ¬†Tonight was just an average ‘work with what you’ve got’ kind of night with clothes. ¬†For tomorrow, I’d chosen to wear an Indian tunic – I think the actual name might be¬†kurta, but I’m not sure. ¬†However, I don’t have any pants or leggings that really go with the colors of it, and black is totally not an option, because its bright colors are just too happy for black.

So, I asked my mom if she had any leggings or pants I could wear with the top. ¬†At first, she brought me Vietnamese yellow pants, which almost look Indian, but the color combined with the style was just not passable. ¬†The tunic is a sort of reddish pink, with orange and green embroidery and stitching. ¬†Bright yellow, baggy pants just weren’t the look I was going for. ¬†I wanted the focus to be the top, not the bottoms. ¬†I will wear said pants, however, on a different occasion, you can be sure.

After checking greens and purples, all to no avail, my mom brings in a skirt that is the exact color of the green embroidery and stitching of the tunic. ¬†The fabric is different, but the color is darn near exact. ¬†“But it’s a skirt,” I declared and repeated, somewhat laughing. ¬†I tried it on. ¬†My mom said it looked all right, but it totally was not the look I’d wanted. ¬†‘This is what we call “cultural¬†confusion”… ¬†I was going for “cultural¬†fusion.”‘

We both laughed and stared at the perfect match of color and utter clash of styles.

And then I saw it. ¬†“Aha!” ¬†I bent over and grabbed the center of the skirt, both the front and back of it, through my legs. ¬†As I stood up, my mom knew exactly what I was doing.

Five minutes later, we had it. ¬†I eventually had to take it off and turn it inside out to make it all balance properly, but we knew it would work after the second knot I made while still wearing it. ¬†We tied the skirt in a few places in the center to give the illusion of one type of traditional Indian pants (think Indian yoga pants), and it worked marvelously. ¬†No, they don’t look exactly like the real thing, but they do look like what I’d wanted: cultural fusion and fabulous.

I wonder how it will go off tomorrow, in a world of latino heritage. ¬†I look forward to the opportunity to respond to something like, ‘Cool pants!’ with a, ‘Oh, thanks. ¬†I’m not wearing any.’ ¬†Or something silly like that. ¬†We’ll see. ¬†Whatever the case, though, I’ll be in an outfit that I love and that has been created with love from me and my mom. ¬†I think that’s the best part, as usual, of course.


P.S. ¬†I’ll see if I can get a photo of it all tomorrow at some point.

P.P.S. ¬†Okay, so it turned out that I wore the yellow pants to bed, because it was so cold, and they were soft and comfortable. ¬†Not what I’d had in mind when I considered wearing them soon, but oh, well… ¬†ūüėõ

Post-a-day 2017