Thoughts and reflections while upcycling clothes on a mountain peak.
I am sick of caring pieces of clothing around with me that I do not even wear.
Is it possible to still not wear all your clothes, even if you only got a handful with you?
Yes.
How come we always have too many clothes?
Since weeks I am cycling around and haven’t touched a few items in my bag.
One are leftovers of a top I upcycled recently. I also carry this golden top with me, hopelessly waiting for the occasion to wear it, because I love it too much to get rid of it. Another are leggings I wanted to upcycle and then changed my mind a few times, weather I should keep them as they are or still alter them.
The newest standpoint is to cut them apart.
So, I unpack my sewing gears, or I should call them upcycling gears at that stage, because there isn’t that much sewing going on, at 2000m high in the French Alps.
I start with the off cuts.
A bit of unpicking.
Because I wanted to keep those little buttons for later.
From time to time, I do buy some fast-fashion clothes second hand. Because even though the quality is mostly bad or even worst, the colours and shapes aren’t always that bad. And from time to time, I do find them quite fun.
Nevertheless, every time I am taking apart fast-fashion clothing I am shocked or at least surprised about the cheap workmanship.
Meanwhile this one wasn’t even the worst. I have seen.
And because I still have to go further up with my luggage, I wont keep those scraps. I guess that fast-fashion-body already had a much longer life and received much more affection than foreseen for it.
In that matter I wont feel bad to throw them away.
Onwards to the leggings.
In the end they are a bit to small. I do not wear them.
So why not follow my own good advice and turn them into a top.
Maybe even a two piece.
I am not sure where that is coming from, but everytime I am working on a new project, I find it ridiculously exciting to think of a second matching piece or accessoire.
It is almost as if I am having more fun thinking and inventing the combination, than each piece for itself.
But one after the other.
I’ll see how far I get with the top, before I plan the rest.
The old tag has to go.
Therefore, some unpicking the waist instead of cutting it.
Because I am not only impatient but also a perfectionist...
...therefore I hope you can imagine how I run around in lush green mountain fields. Covered in more wild flowers then I could ever name or remember. Dressed in a two piece equally covered in flowers. And if I want to exaggerate some more I'll make a flower wreath for my hair.
But thats where patience enters the game.
Thank you all for stopping by, and have a very lovely week!
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