I’m fairly interested in clothing but I just hate shopping. If I had the money I would gladly pay a seamstress to keep my wardrobe as I want it. What I want on my body rarely exists in the stores.
Last time I bought jeans I found that the fashion told me that my waist had moved down to my hips. My butt is the size of a hangar ship compared to the rest of the body; it simply doesn’t fit the puzzle. To put the waist there. . . Well, let’s say I would rather place it at my actual waist. But all the jeans in the store was fashionable, Heaven forbid anything else.
Both my pair of beloved jeans had been used until they were worn out so I had to buy something. I bought two pairs. One of them I soon learned to hate since the pockets are not real and the waist is so low that my still floppy belly from two pregnancies insisted on hanging over the waist. So I have one pair of functional trousers in my wardrobe. That is quite ridiculous.
Then I saw photos of me in one of my long skirts. My hangar ship miraculously gone, so was my floppy belly. And skirts are quite easy to make.
I have no idea what I will do when the temperature drops below ten degrease Celsius, but until then, I will wear skirts.
Today I listened to a program on the Swedish Radio which goes every summer. It consists of a more or less famous person talking about a subject of his or her choice. Today I listened to Clara Lidström’s program. I’ve never heard of her, but it sounded interesting. To my great amazement she has had just about the same experience about jeans as I. For you understanding Swedish, please take a moment and listen to her program.