As I prepared to head out yesterday, I remembered my vow to wear a scarf. You are my witnesses! I did feel a tad self-conscious, but when I saw a woman bicycling along wearing a long-sleeved T under a white shirt with a glowing fuschia scarf--looking o so stylish--I felt good about my choice. Baby feral steps...
I've enjoyed the comments about style. I think that we often get confused between personal style and being fashionable. I, for one, am uninterested in being fashionable, but I so admire people who have a finely developed sense of personal style. My style seems to be stuck in Seattle Grunge Circa 1969 and I think I can do better. Rebecca pointed out the difficulty of having a strong sense of what you like that the marketplace doesn't support (and I know we've all experienced those times when the powers that be have decided on a palette that makes us look like Morticia). I'm studying Interweave Knits, which I think shows well styled garments, to see how the right accessories really set off a lovingly made sweater. The clue seems to be to see the whole picture. Joan said it in her comment yesterday: "I think I may have lost sight of
myself in a BIGGER way, which leads to this confusion on the superficial
Thanks for your thoughts. I'm going to keep at this!
I'm off to the Stitches West Market! Although I don't feel an urge to keep a giant stash (just in case the world yarn supply dries up overnight . . . ), I enjoy looking at all the colors and textures and designs. Feral knitters thrive on inspiration! Maybe I'll see you there.