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Shopping and making with purpose

After black friday don’t forget….Shop small on Saturday!!!

It sometimes makes me ill to think that my desire to make clothes is actually involving myself in such a sick industry. The only job theoretically that I could do more harm to the environment is if I made a job transfer to a nice oil company. That’s insane. Last time I checked I just wanted to make clothes. 

It’s my decision to make clothes that some deem too pricey. Wal-mart sells cheap shirts, why can’t I? Am I really just part of the problem anyways?

All I can promise is my clothes aren’t killing people. Every person, (besides me) is not suffering to make my clothes. Lives are not being cut short to work in unsafe working environment to sew my clothes. Nobody is handling chemicals that will slowly poison them. My clothes had no temporary home on these deplorable factory floors.

Because I made that choice. Don’t get me wrong as an independent designer I could never complete for price. Never. The choice to do the opposite isn’t exactly cheap.

I choose to not choose the cheapest way to make my clothes and not to make cheap clothes. I will not kill people to get a better price. No, really. You will not walk away will a $20 bag of clothes from me. I have no interest in that race.

And It’s not about every purchaser make being perfect and mindful.  It’s about choosing wisely when and often as you can and all of us choosing a world we want to live in.

If you would like to educate yourself more on the subject I highly suggest “The True Cost” currently on Netflix . It’s a great watch to see how fashion and our purchasing choices affect the world we live in.

Shopping and making with purpose

Well damn that was sunny.

On a brighter note–Hope you had a great Thanksgiving!

-Sara

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Ewww gross… Weddings

If you know me you know there are a handful of typical things I just don’t have much interest in. Weddings are one of them. I can’t tell you why but I just have no desire for it. Really. None. Sure- I’ll attend a wedding, toast away for the happy couple but just leave me out of it. I don’t care who else wants to be married just as long as no one makes me. Then IT happened. It all came about as a part of a miscommunication (which is the only way it really could of). There are very few people I would even consider tangling myself in holy matrimony with but low and behold– I made the commitment. The ultimate commitment.

eww weddings i love you i know empire strikes back

 

The commitment to making a wedding dress.

Sorry mom, that other thing is just not happening.

However, there was probably a time during the construction of the dress when I would have rather wore the dress than kept sewing.

Had the bride not been someone I adored and knew that she was as chill and as unbridezilla as they come this would have never happened. It would have never even been a thought. My first step was still to try to talk her the fuck out of it.

I tried to tell her all the awful things. I told her you will think you will have no dress. It will be a really long process with countless decisions. I told her it would just be easier, cheaper, more sane to just go get a dress.  I warned her it would only inch along and then when you she was just about to freak out…. BAM…DRESS.

She was still with me. What the fuck WAS she thinking?!?!

Sure, I can make a wedding dress. Months later, I’m on so little sleep that I’m an emotional, mental mess who hates my life.  But it got done. Because I had no choice. And we both loved it. For me it’s pretty hard to still love anything after it’s done, especially when we have suffered so much together.

Fast forward to me winding down the back roads of Wisconsin toward Devil’s Lake, WI with a custom wedding dress in my backseat 2 hours before the ceremony starts. The bride was so chill she had me bring the dress with me the day of the ceremony. I know, I know -CRAZY. The dress was so perfectly her. It is undeniably like no other wedding dress. The groom and then the bride both thanked me at the reception. Blush. The bride was determined to make me cry and maybe I did. Everyone knew who made her dress, she made it very well known. And she also made sure I knew she climbed a tree in her dress. My entire evening was everyone telling me they loved her dress. It was not a bad way to spend an evening and besides dancing probably the only thing that kept me from falling asleep in my prosecco.

I can’t say I would agree to this ever again.

This dress was the perfect storm of bride, style and a good dash of ego and a finished with a well hidden cherry of crippling self doubt. I never had a full give-up moment. I usually have at least one fever dream of just leaving my life behind, changing my name to simply escape my project.

So, I made a fucking wedding dress.

It is a wedding dress that looks like no other I’ve seen even though it’s ivory silk. The embellishments of handpainted white on white ferns with little dewdrops highlighted by scattered swarovski crystals are subtle and glittering. The cut is contemporary but flirts with tradition. The details down to the hand-painted pockets were tailored to the bride.

Undoubtedly, far more women can say they have worn and even worn multiple wedding dresses down the aisle than can say they made a wedding dress.

I can now say I have never worn a wedding dress (lest you count me halfway up the skirt sewing at 3am)  but rather have made a wedding dress.

Go me.

My theme this month is Spooky.

It is no accident that it begins with me making a wedding dress. It’s all creepy enough to give me chills.

I love you. I know. Artwork by Davis JayeChalkboard artwork by Davis Jaye
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When you try to make art work

 

 

design has to work art does not

Working on cleaning up some patterns. There’s  sometimes a sense of power to be able to think of something and then be able to make it. However if I were being truly honest, I would have to admit just because I can draw it doesn’t mean it works out quite the same as it does in my head. Sometimes the math & reality just wins over the art.

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Picking the Best Fruit

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2 Days left on my Kickstarter!!! It’s at 96% of the goal and I am so excited!!! Yesterday Sara P. Lovejoy was featured in my hometown’s newspaper The Post Journal. It was a great story written by Mallory Diefenbach and I was very pleased. The whole page no less! In these last few days of the campaign I am humbled and loving the support. Thanks everyone!!!!

 

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Wisely, and slow

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Move slow. Choose people and quality before quantity. Ponder the creation. Those who count their wins by their arms full of meaningless junk will stumble, unable to catch themselves on the community that they forgot to build. #Slowfashionmovement

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Slowing down for forever

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Eww… no. I’m not talking about love. If you want clothing that’s built to be lived in–Do your research, expect to pay more,  expect to fall in love with a beautiful well-made garment that knows how to treat you right. Let’s be more thoughtful about our purchases. Only buy products you’d want to introduce to your Mom.