I’m not going to lie: I love it when people tell me they like something I’m wearing. This isn’t to say it happens on a regular basis but when it does, it gives me a little thrill. Does sartorial success get any better than this? I may muse to myself, whilst basking in the afterglow of the occasional compliment.
Yes it does, as I discovered towards the end of last year.
“Oh, I love your dress,” said a colleague at work.
“Thanks,” I replied, following the words with a delighted pause. “I made it myself.”
It’s one thing to have someone admire your choice in clothing; it’s roughly one million times better to have someone admire something you made yourself, if only because it answers that anxious little voice in your head that wonders if people can tell you’re wearing something handmade. It turns out that, barring the entire garment falling apart, no-one is looking closely enough to see that you’ve had to take in the seams of your otherwise perfectly-lined bodice or that you don’t quite have the patience to hand-sew an invisible hem. All they’re noticing is whether they like it or not.
I’ve since realised the only way to maximise my chances of experiencing the ‘I made it myself’ thrill is to make more things. Make all of the things, as I wrote in my list of plans for 2015. Yes, even more things than I made last year which, incidentally, filled an entire laundry basket when I gathered them together a couple of days ago.