It’s been three long years since the first Dross into Gold post appeared. I just checked the archives to make sure I was right about that, thinking maybe it was only two years. Time is such a trickster.
Personal style still sustains me, providing an opportunity to meditate on color and composition. Thrifting and upcycling provide endless hours of creativity and joy. I get so excited when new ideas come. For example, this skirt had been languishing in my stash until last night. It occurred to me to rip out the lining, cut off the waistband, fray all the edges, and add a piece of fabric to the slit for interest. Then today I added more upcycled pieces to create my OOTD (outfit of the day).
It’s been cold enough to wear the wool hat and scarf that I made last year. The leather jacket is fitting a little better now, so I threw it on as well. The denim shirt was a fun upcycle, just requiring some scissors. The edges fray beautifully after you wash and dry it.
I’ll confess that Instagram (@drossintogold) has helped me survive this past year or so. It’s been an excellent platform for sharing ideas, posting clothes, and feeling like I’m in the wider mix of creative, personal-style folk, my tribe if you will. But it doesn’t provide the opportunity to ruminate on ideas and use a lot of big words, things I like to do too.
When I hang out with my 93 yr old mom, I use as many big words as possible, then rephrase the idea using simpler terms, just as I would do with my children when they were young. I like reminding her of words that she’s forgotten, just like she’s forgotten that she ever knew how to sew and that she taught me when I was very young.
When I tell her, she’s happy that she was able to pass on something that has given me so much joy. She also thinks my clothes are funny. I like that.
I think they’re funny too.
These are for you Pao.