Today it was this article on Hygge Chic which apparently refers to a Scandinavian idea of "feeling cozy and snug, and being kind to yourself."
Of course it doesn't escape me that this idea came out of a cold weather climate like mine, and say not out of the Caribbean, where the need to wrap yourself up is undoubtedly not the same.
Hygge is an idea worth thinking about.
It suggests treating yourself kindly as a style statement, as something you can plan for, as opposed to something you revert to by putting on the old worn standbys hoping that no one comes to the door.
This idea of dressing for your actual life, and sewing for it, finding fashion that fits these needs rather than trying to fit yourself and your style into fashion, has been on my mind all week.
To give you an example here is what happened, among so many other things, in my life this week, what I really need to dress for:
- My daughter's family all had the stomach flu and so I did more than my usual picking up of Miss Scarlett after school at 2:30. High point was when she threw herself around in front of all the other parents - "I don't believe it. I have to go home where they are all boring and sleeping and all I want to do is go to your house and sew!" (Couldn't do it that day, had to teach, but have booked two sewing session next week after school).
- Taught my first class of the term online and video, happy to be back part time and on my terms. However doing online stand up requires careful prep and the rearrangement of the backdrops at the home front. Moved books that had appropriate titles in and Dr. Suess and cookbooks out of the shot.
- Took two dogs for three walks every day, crunching over the salt and balancing on the snowbanks.
- Discussed the liver enzymes of two other dogs with relatives in detail, over the phone.
- Discussed in even greater detail my nephew's new residence arrangement at university.
- Wasted about five hours researching bra patterns until I remembered I buy very good ones in the US every spring at the outlets.
- Calculated what this will cost with the Canadian dollar in the tank.
- Realized that we are on par with the Aussie dollar so spent 10 hours researching (researching really means me lying in a cooling bath with my iPad) online fabric sources in Australia.
- Spent a day mending for my youngest son who has gone to South America for three weeks to walk the Inca trail etc. The only garment repairs I don't avoid are those for my baby boys. This time it was my son telling me that for safety reasons it is really important when traveling in the third world (which probably is much like Nova Scotia but generally warmer) not to wear new clothes. Pretty much only the thought that zig zagging rips closed might save his life made me do it.
- Started my fifth attempt at sleeves that fit in that sweater I cut up. That's all I am going to say about that one.
- Tore over to my step daughter's son's sitter to retrieve him owing to the fact that the sitter's own child ate some money and had to go to the ER, with the other kids I was taking care of that day in the car.
- Dropped the car key under the seat once I arrived and was blocking the sitter's driveway. The four-year-old and I crawled under all the seats (how long has that other stuff been down there?) and finally found it although not right away.
- Spent a day worrying hard and a day being relieved over some family medical tests that in the end turned out fine.
- Watched the news and wondered if there is anyone with any sense out there.
- Thought of all the things I have to pack before we head off in the RV for points south in ten days.
- Listened to my husband say "what's to pack? Shorts and golf balls."
- Tried and failed to deal with my secret Tupperware and Nutella addictions.
- Counted my steps and realized that if you can't remember why you went to basement until you go back up and start over again you can really get fit.
- Which apparently is excellent for the memory.
- Answered a million student emails.
- Moved things into and out of my sewing to-do pile before we leave.
- Went back upstairs and then went back down and did it again.
You just don't do this life in Spanx and three inch heels, although hats off to those who can.
No wonder Hygge Chic is speaking so loudly to me.
As a result I decided to tackle real garments I need, one issue at a time.
First up getting up in a national park and taking the dog out for a walk when I wish I didn't have to.
Needing pockets for the poop purses (what we call the doggie bags for some reason) and my phone, because I might as well count steps, and my son might be emailing me an "I am alive in South America" message.
What I came up with was this pattern and some sort of cable type patterned Minky. Very cozy if not elegant, as close to adult swaddling as you can get. I hope to make a lace/mesh vest version too to go over shorts and T shirts when I need the pockets and not much else.
Back to the Hygge jacket. Made as per pattern but put in one giant snap in case I need to close it up:
|Basically feels like a short housecoat but hopefully people won't immediately figure that out|
|Side view because some people like to see those, also my boots|