I would like to begin this blog by mentioning the endless comments I have received today on my new tie-dyed jeans. I went down to Pacific Beach with my friend to take some pictures and window shop. Countless people asked about, commented on, and complimented my jeans and I must say, I am completely flattered by the amount of attention given to these pants today. There is something really gratifying about accomplishing a project–like these pants. When you take the time to plan, design, and then go forth and make your own clothes, you always feel as though you have accomplished a great feat. The whole process is always so much fun too. I always take advantage of "DIY Project Days" as opportunities to stay home on Saturday nights in nothing other than ratty old sweats and a sweatshirt with a mess of paints, dyes, and other craft materials scattered around me like the way it was when I was in Girl Scouts when I was six years old. DIY projects give you that opportunity to just stay indoors, eat crap you shouldn't eat, and catch up on your favorite shows, all for the sake of "art". Yes, I have and always will be a lover of the arts and crafts. I feel sometimes there is no better remedy for a broken heart, broken soul, or broken dream than spending some time creating something–something new. When everything feels wrong and out of your control, it's nice to take a step–though a small step it is–towards making something right, taking control. It's kind of like the idea of making small goals for yourself. When you finish a project, a chore, a workout, regardless how small it was, you always feel like you accomplished something. If nothing else, it was a step forward, a change in path, something you did right in a world that tells you you're doing everything wrong. Especially with homemade clothing; when the plan, the work, the anticipation, and the completion is finally over you don't just put your new creation aside and say, "Well, that was nice." You wear what you made–display it upon your body for the world to see. And regardless of whether or not people ask about, comment on, or compliment your clothing, you still are proud of it because it is entirely you. Your ideas, your time spent, your hard work. I truly believe there is no better cure for a low spirit then the sense of accomplishment; no matter how small, good things come in small packages. Or rather, good things come from small creations.
"I'm not going to change the way I look or the way I feel to conform to anything. I've always been a freak. So I've been a freak all my life and I have to live with that, you know. I'm one of those people."
Jeans: DIY tie-dye, Corset: American Apparel, Sandals: Aldo, Tan belt
Today was a day of small happiness. A day full of little things that make me happy–a day of color, a day of learning, a day of Chipotle burritos, a day of great friends, a day of pictures and adventures, a day of Meryl Streep, and a day of music. Today was a day of small creations. Little moments. Little packages of goodness. And though things are going to take a while before they are completely okay, I am satisfied with the small packages of goodness that life leaves on my doorstep everyday. Though these packages come daily, sometimes I don't remember to open my door to receive them. But I'm tying that little string around my forefinger as a symbol of remembrance of the happiness that life delivers to each of us; we just have to be open enough to receive them.
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