Don’t judge, ok? It was the 90s when I was in high school, I had a fetish for poofy sleeves and princess waists and I had a series of unfortunate home perms. I will not attempt to deny these accusations. Moving on.

My mom seriously did sew all but maybe one of my fancy school-dance dresses in high school. She’s an excellent seamstress. And she taught me how to sew, and helped me even after I broke like 5 needles in a row (I was trying to make a canvas bag, I had not learned how to tell when the sewing machine was saying “no, seriously, SERIOUSLY NO”). I actually had a fashion show once, right after I graduated college, at a small art gallery in Saint Louis. I sewed all my own dresses for it, with no patterns. I was confident (or crazy) enough then to seriously just whip out some fabric and start cutting. I’m nowhere near that point now – but I think I remember enough to be able to cut and sew a pattern. I’ve been eyeing a bunch of these Butterick Retro patterns, and – OH MY GLOB THEY’RE ALL ON SALE YOU GUYS. I didn’t even know that until I made the link. I’m totally buying some right the eff now. I hope they’re still on sale when this comic posts tomorrow morning.

AWESOME. Can’t wait for those to arrive. Anyway. Where was I? Oh, right. Sewing. Here’s the thing. If you have a moment, this article on Etsy about the History of a Cheap Dress is an excellent read. Very much abridged, the article says we used to spend a lot more on an individual piece of clothing, and have a lot fewer things in our closets. These days, an article of clothing is MUCH cheaper, and we have lots more things in our closets… but overall, we spend MORE on clothes now, than we did when the average woman had nine outfits. Imagine if you got rid of everything in your closet that you never wore, that didn’t fit quite right, that you didn’t feel amazing in. Imagine you only had a dozen or so outfits in there, but each one fit your body EXACTLY. Wouldn’t you feel better every day, knowing that you looked amazing in every outfit you wore? I can’t count the number of brands I don’t bother shopping because they fit my hips but not my waist, or they fit my waist but not my chest. Imagine if the 12-15 things in your closet were made really well, and you took really good care of them, and they lasted a long time, instead of the ten pairs of leggings I bought at Target because I knew none of them would last longer than a few months.

Essentially, one of the things I want to do this year is get back into sewing. I’ve set myself a deadline of having ONE dress made in time for the San Diego Comicon. It will be an awesome, retro-inspired, flouncy thing (maybe this one, look at those cute sleeve options) that fits my body exactly and makes me feel awesome. And I won’t care what size it’s supposed to be, because it will be perfectly Sarah-sized.