Tag Archives: clothes

the imaginarium of stefanie lejeunesse

31 Aug

So, I may have mentioned that there was a time in the not-too-distant past that I actually made an effort at looking halfway decent. Most (okay, half? Um, alright, 30%) of me takes major issue with consumerism and spending lots of money on clothes when there are children starving in _____. Because there ARE, I know, and it’s kind of moot anyhow because spending two grand on a YSL dress to sport to a ballet performance we can’t even really afford to attend is so out of the realm of possibility it’s laughable. Hysterically laughable. Laugh until you cry-able. Cry into your closet full of eight-seasons ago cocktail dresses-able. I know, I know. Boo hoo.
But the fact remains that I love nice clothes. My excuse is that I appreciate fine workmanship, as a seamstress and all (hardy har), but it’s really a feeble excuse.
Fall is especially heartbreaking for me because I love Fall clothes so much. Summer came and went and my now too-big jeans and fast fashion tanktops were passable for those months but as soon as the drizzle starts I want fairisle and supple leather and other things babies might enjoy dotting with food, already digested or otherwise. It’s also a bummer this year because my body is starting to feel like mine again, despite the fact that my chest is still co-owned. My wardrobe is no longer at the mercy of a baby who might need inside my shirt at any second; George is pretty predictable these days, I’m more confident in my ability to nurse discreetly and frankly, I don’t care if you see my boob or stretch-marked belly.
So, dear friends, if any of you is secretly really rich, you know… my birthday is coming up. Here’s my dream Fall wardrobe which incidentally goes along with my dream Fall body fuck that shit.
ED: that’s right; Converse Allstars and Wayfarers. I’m gettin’ back to me. Me at sixteen.

Yves Saint Laurent Wool-blend dress, $1,625
Stella McCartney Cashmere and silk-blend cardigan, $845
Edun Sequin-embellished cotton tank, $400
Slash Neck Sailor Tee, $145
Blues Bow Tee, $124
Knitted Fairisle Cardigan, $110
francesca feather skirt$330, $330
Hayden-Harnett DENMARE Trousers, Black, $318
Blue Gwenevere Highwaisted Skinny Jean by 7 For All Mankind, 175 GBP
Cable Knit Shorts, $153
Falke Ribbed Tights., $50
50 Den Mustard Opaque Tights, $12
objects in mirror suede/leather flat knee high riding boot w/buckles…, 585 CAD
MISSONI Platform pumps – Item 44255003, $294
feather and stone ring, 255 GBP
Louis Mariette Caesar gold leaf hairband, $405
Ray-Ban Original Wayfarer | Official Ray-Ban Site, $145
Women’s Italian leather driving gloves | Womens italian nappa lambskin…, 66 EUR
NANA’ – FEATHER ELASTIC HEADBAND, 54 EUR
Mink Lace Scarf, 12 GBP
ASOS Square Buckle Skinny Boyfriend Belt
converse all star slim – Google-søgning
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girls’ clothes

2 Jul

It’s no secret that I love making clothes for my kid. For kids in general. You got a baby coming? Expect a package from me…eventually. I love trips to the post office significantly less than I love sewing.
I have a massive stash of fabric from when I worked years ago as the manager of a fabric store. One of the only craft-related things that brings me more joy than finding a good bit of fabric to add to my stash is using up a bit that I’ve squirreled away for the perfect project. Week before last I finally found use for my very-most-beautiful find of the century and made myself Anna Maria Horner’s mariposa nursing tunic. I have since worn it like every other day. If you see me often you may get the impression that I wear the same thing all the time. That impression would be correct.
George has inherited this trait somewhat accidentally. As he’s grown out of all of the clothes we got him while I was pregnant (except for what can only be generously described as “character” pieces) and before I was pregnant — because yes, I am one of those women — I’ve sort of frantically started replenishing his drawers so he’s not stuck wearing green/blue plaid shorteralls and a brown/green homemade cardigan and black/red maple leaf legwarmers.* Because I wanted a gypsy baby, but not like this. NOT LIKE THIS! My chubby little guy who was so skinny when he was born is outgrowing his twelve month tshirts and wearing size 2T pants as we speak. The cloth diaper bum is mainly to blame, but let’s just say that ghetto booties may run in the family (thanks, Nonna). He’s growing faster than I can sew.
I never expected to have a son. I expected to have children, but in my mind, my destiny was a tribe of little girls with tangled hair and well-worn sundresses. My fabric collection reflects this — dainty little calicos, big florals, pinky-purples. Silk. My constant question when looking for something suitable for George’s next pair of pants or kimono is “is this too girly?” Why?
Let me be clear: I could not possibly care less if people mistake my son for a girl. I would put him in a skirt any day of the week, and not as a joke. If he gets older and asks me to make him a fancy dress I can safely say I will be stoked. I want him to be comfortable with his gender identity, whatever it turns out to be. But in the meantime, I admit that I’m a little self-conscious about people thinking I’m a weirdo and judging him as a result. (Incidentally, I don’t necessarily think that couple in Sweden did anything wrong and letting people develop their own gender free of outside influence is an interesting idea.) I also don’t want to dress him in stereotypically female clothes as some kind of counter-culture statement.
Is this something that anyone else struggles with and can’t pin down why?

* “This outfit? But it’s July!” You might be saying. Oh, dear reader, you must not live in the Pacific Northwest.