I don't think I need mention how I view the fashion industry. I think the image speaks clearly my contempt for the money spent annually on ever changing styles versus essential needs for ourselves and others.
Last year I made up my mind and since the first of this year I have been wearing only grey or brown clothing almost without exception. The colors are neutral and I have a few work versions and more orderly versions I can wear without needing to purchase a thing. It is a kind of transition to what I hope to achieve by next year - a katecontinued signature uniform that I won't have to think about or change for the rest of my life. I have been collecting images, shapes, patterns and ideas for about six years (if not my whole life). Now I need to imagine the fatter versions. Anyway, I was reminded of this by a blog found via Shakesville and Gendergogles called Brown Dress. The woman, a dancer, made a decision to wear a brown dress (she had made to fit her body) for one whole year, 356 days. She said,
So, here’s the deal - I made this dress and I wore it every day for a year. I made one small, personal attempt to confront consumerism by refusing to change my dress for 365 days.
This really appeals to me on the conceptual art level and for practical terms. I think I was the only little kid who wanted to go to the Catholic parochial school because they wore uniforms. I really don't want to waste a moment's thought on it.
Let me share a couple of her answers to questions that jumped out at me - because the answers speak to me:
Was this a feminist thing? Probably. Also an art thing. Also a let's stop wasting time and money thing. But on a feminist note, let's stop agreeing that the best way for women (in particular) to "express themselves" is by purchasing new wardrobe items and putting together daily outfits.
What was the best part? The conversations and comments and stories from the everybody -- see the comments page for some of them! Secondly, I miss the strange, mundane and yet completely revolutionary moment every morning when I reached for the dress and put it on . . . again. The mix of stubborn determination, excitement of what the day would bring, physical familiarity as the dress settled and buttoned over my ribs. As I write this I haven't seen the dress for almost two weeks, and I miss that daily moment of renewed commitment.
Image: Inspire Me Now