Tuesday, February 3, 2009
I love Punk.
I love Surf Punk.
I love Urban Punk.
I love Country Punk.
..and sometimes even Material girl punk.
...but, mostly I love Hippy Punk!
I know my hypocrisy knows no bounds, so I allow it to flow.
Maybe it's the yin/yang of it all, or just the juxtaposition of opposing ideals meshing into a marble display.
Seems kids these days are choking on pink and purple princess tulle or cartoon themed parades of bad taste. How do you know who you are if you are always dressing as someone else. Wearing the face of another just below your own, can give off mixed signals. Are you crying out to be noticed for you or who you wear on your sleeve?
My own memory was of hand made clothes from my Grandmother, that was subsidized by my Aunt's beach shop of Hang Ten stripes, slip-on vans, and Ditto's denim in every color.
The choices were simple then, but not so much any more.
If ever I had an occasion for a proper dress code, say first day of the first grade, graduation, picture day,... it always went the 'Sailor' way.
Simple, and to the point.
So, I gathered some tiny tees, and made what pleases me. Fun stuff to play in, with no worries of dribbles, spots or stains. Something simple and to the point.
Come out and play some day on etsy.com/terireeswang