Fast Fashion to Slow Fashion :: a DIY guide to up-cycling and mending clothing on a budget.
For those of us living on a small income, buying from sustainable fashion brands is often out of reach. I would like to point out that *buying new but ecological garments isn't the only way to cultivate a slow fashion wardrobe*. Here are a few options for transforming *upcycling* your clothing, thus making fast fashion into slow fashion:
Mend and repair :: patch hand-me-down sweaters, fix holes in leggins from target and other department stores. By giving items a longer life, and preventing unnecessary garbage, fast fashion items become slow fashion! Here are two tutorials I have written on how to mend a torn belt loop on jeans and patch leggings.
Up-cycle clothing that doesn't suit your style :: when preparing for a trip back home and wondering how to acquire some nicer clothing for the trip a friend of mine gifted me a big bag of clothes. Almost all of them were items that we could call "fast fashion" and nearly all also had stains or rips that needed mending. By fixing and adapting these items and then going on to wear them for several years longer, I am keeping them out of the cycle of buy then trash.
Tailor items that don't fit you :: Taking in clothing is quite simple and there are lots of tutorials on how to hem pants and skirts or take in a size or two. I recently made a tutorial on how to take out a skirt, or make a skirt bigger by adding panels.
At some point, we must face the fact that a t-shirt is totally worn out and cannot be used for clothing any longer. In such cases here are a couple of crafts to utilize the fabric and other items from the scrap pile:
Create a Quilt :: if you find yourself with a pile of beautiful & memory-filled scraps -- transform them into a quilt as I have done in this post.
Make Twine :: Longer scraps of fabric, especially those from stretch materials like leggings or jersey cotton t-shirts can be made into a thing rope also known as fabric twine. I wrote a tutorial on how to make twine out of fabric scraps.
<<Best of luck in all your crafting endeavors!>>
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"In a spiritual context, tshuvah is about coming back to where we are supposed to be, returning to the person we know we’re capable of being—coming home, in humility and with intentionality, to behave as the person we’d like to believe we are."
On Repentance and Repair, Danya Ruttenberg
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Something I realized (which was obvious to me subconsciously) is that... The family that vehemently didn't accept me when I first came out but now do accept me are still the same family that I am most unwilling to be open about things I feel protective over.
I remember that my dad reacted so poorly, not to my coming out, but to my transition specifically that my therapist was the one to ask if I wanted to put it on my file that I wanted nothing to ever be shared with him about my health after I broke down multiple times due to my anxiety that I would never transition. While there are and were protections for me, I was incredibly fearful at the time because I was a minor, and I was so worried that he would have prevented my transition that I couldn't have said for certain what (if any) lengths he would have gone to to prevent that.
He's grown a lot as a person, and made some commendable strides. But he didn't find out from me when I medically transitioned the second I turned eighteen, and I think that's among the things that truly made him realize the scope of the issue.
I'm not here to guilt trip parents, guardians, or other members responsible for the care of the children or teens or young adults in their care.... but this is a cautionary tale. You aren't saving the people in your care when you do this, you simply reinforce an idea that you will never care for them, never want them as they are, would rather them be shoved away.
When you give people reasons to be secretive, they will behave secretively. When you give people reasons to doubt their safety around you, they will become sneaky, defensive, and withdrawn. When you give people reasons to doubt that you value their life, they will believe that you don't care if they live or not.
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:: Slow Fashion & Mending Kits ::
By repairing holes and fixing straps, a beloved item of clothing can last years longer than if left un-mended and save unnecessary waste from going to the landfills. Inspired by a desire to make clothing last longer, many crafters are getting into the art of mending and upcycling.
This Sewing Kit is for sewers on-the-go and includes all the tools for a well-rounded sewing kit like:
- 1 pair of trimming scissors
- 2 sturdy sewing needles
- 3 spools of thread
- 4 patches
- 8 pins, large & small
- a collection of fun & useful buttons
You can find this kit and many more on the Calendula Craft Etsy page.
((Many thanks to my sister, Jana of the 90's, for modeling her kit))
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Amazing how healing a big ancient slightly crushed hunk of plastic can be
A little acetone and a good scrubbing took care of the vast majority of the grunge. He’s CERTAINLY in better shape than the atrociously stained Leonardo, anyway. There is this:
Where I can only assume he was laying flat with something heavy on top of him for a few….decades…or wedged between things, maybe. Totally deformed one bit of his shell. I tried to sort of squish him back into place after a bit of blow dryer heating, but I think if I want to actually be able to shape him back into place I might need to level up to an actual heat gun. Not sure if that’s worth it, honestly, as I’m uncertain what else I might ever need a heat gun for.
I do however definitely have some faux black leather left from making Misty’s Shinsuke doll, so recreating his belt won’t be difficult at all.
My fingers fit into his hands. Maybe I can make a model magic bo staff? Wire core? I have to take it out to make the mushroom jewelry (unrelated) anyway.
On wednesday I saw him in the shop window (waiting for me), but the shop has odd hours, thursday-saturday. Made another attempt on thursday after physio, but they had closed early, maybe because the weather was atrocious. So it remained, on friday, so I did not try. Phoned first, today. The quoted price, with ‘wiggle room’ (I only suggested $5 off which doesn’t make me much of a haggler but did only put him a few cents over the price that in my head was past the limits of what I should allow for the sake of the inner child Looking at me and saying pllleeeeeeaaassseeeeee?)
Wash water is still running out of all his joints and I love him very much.
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About a month ago (I thought it was longer!) I posted some ficlets with the promise that a longer Lancelot Lives Alt Season 4 full fic was coming. It has been going slowly. Like, "less than 15k words since then" slow. I started alt Servant of Two Masters literally with Mercelot Week and they've just found out that he's trying to kill Arthur slow. And I thought, you know, I could post another sneak peek.
A few days ago, I made myself sad writing the first conversation between Lancelot and Merlin since the latter went missing (not that the scene itself comes off as all that sad, it is from Fomorroh!Merlin, but I thought of how sad Lancelot would've been and well). Yesterday, I made this fic into a comedy:
“It’s probably best that we get there first,” Gwen tried to demur.
“We think Merlin might have been enchanted to kill Arthur,” Gaius said.
Gwen made a sound like a mix between a boiling kettle and a cat whose tail had been stepped on, but Lancelot didn’t pay it any mind.
“What?” he yelped and didn’t wait for an actual answer before breaking into a run.
Fortunately, while the physician’s chambers were on the top of a tower, isolated from the rest of the castle, they’d also been placed close to the Royal Chambers. He burst through the doors not a minute later, just in time to see Merlin pull an arrow out of a pillar. Thinking only of that weapon in his hand (the danger to Arthur’s life, to Merlin’s life if he was caught after the act, how it’d break his heart if he hurt Arthur or worse) and not the startled look on his face or the bewildered question from behind the privacy screen, Lancelot launched himself at him.
They went down in a tangle of limbs.
“What on earth— Lancelot?!” Arthur exclaimed, running over. “What is going on?!”
“Get off me!” Merlin struggled like a fish on land.
“I just… hadn’t seen him since he came back!” Lancelot said, barely dodging an elbow to the face. “I’m so happy he’s alive!” he insisted, finally managing to wrap his arms around his torso to immobilize him.
“What are you talking about? We just saw each other in the Armoury!” It was a good thing Merlin had dropped the arrow when they fell, because Lancelot was pretty sure he’d have been stabbed by now otherwise.
“I think you imagined that.” Lancelot was half trying to pin Merlin’s legs under his own, half trying to avoid a kick to any sensitive spot when Gwen arrived at the door, out of breath.
“Arthur, they need you at the Throne Room,” she gasped out. “You have to go.”
“Why would I ever torture myself by imagining more conversations with you? The ones I have to suffer through in reality are more than enough for any sane being,” Merlin said, still wriggling.
Lancelot shot Arthur a wide beam. “He’s so funny.”
Merlin took that moment of distraction to twist suddenly, getting his legs under himself. He might have gotten enough leverage to shake Lancelot off and stand up if Gwen hadn’t jumped on him as well.
“You too?!” Arthur demanded, arms spread. “You saw him this morning!”
“I missed him so much,” she explained, holding on for dear life.
Gaius appeared at the door and Arthur turned to him.
“Let me guess.” Arthur gestured wildly. “Do you want to drop to my floor?”
“No, sire,” Gaius answered, eyes narrowed. “Do you?”
Arthur made a strangled noise that choked itself into a laugh.
“Back to normal, then,” he sighed. He walked across the room, past the wrestling figures in the floor that became a lot more active when Merlin saw Arthur come within reach, and grabbed his ceremonial sword. “I better get going. You” —he waved a hand— “have fun.”
“Wait,” Merlin shouted after him. “Don’t you need me to—?”
Arthur slammed the door behind himself pointedly.
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