We’re getting ready for another birthday party, and you know what that means. Go big or…oh, that’s right. We are home. So that settles it. Big fuss, mostly homemade, which means Nana starts making stuff weeks ahead of time. This time we’re going all Harry Potter, and there’s no end to the details you can recreate while you’re half watching something that’s half interesting on TV. Something like “Project Runway.” Stitching up a litter of “Pygmy puffs” was the perfect handwork to go along with tonight’s finale. I like finales. Let me skip the bickering, cut to the chase, and let me pick a winner.
No, no, not this one! Yep, this is the one. Fully half the dresses in this collection featured the big weird front pleat. During the deliberations I waited to hear one of the judges say the obvious. (Come one, you know what it looks like.) No one mentioned it, so maybe it’s just me. Okay, I liked the wolf sweater, but the designer hired a textile artist for that fabric. Most of the collection was way too warrior woman for me. No, what the winner had to offer—her esthetic, as they say on Runway—was not my style.
This was more my style:
Well, you had to be there. The designer is from Taos, and her collection was fluid and flowing, replete with exquisite, handmade textiles that spoke of painted skies, warm sun, soft adobe lines. (The headpiece? Strictly for the runway. It’s reminiscent of a dancer’s roach.)
Our choices are matters of taste and timing and mood and necessity, maybe more, but we do develop a style over time. What’s yours like? And where in your world do you think it came from? Just wondering. Not only do we have ourselves to dress, but some of us have these characters to shop for.