I Can’t Help It
I think about clothing and fabric all the time, partly because I’m a textile artist and partly because I grew up listening to non-stop conversation about clothing. My grandfather on my mom’s side owned a men’s clothing store, and my parents met when my dad started working there. My father eventually opened his own men’s clothing store (this was the ‘70’s and it was filled with leisure suits, by the way) when I was around 12 years old. My Uncle Victor also sold men’s suits at various retail outlets until he began running going-out-of-business sales for men’s clothing companies. I grew up hearing about the men who came to them for help in choosing their wardrobes, men who panicked at the thought of picking out their own tie.
In order to have ideas for this blog, I’ve had to pay attention to all of the random thoughts floating around in my head about clothes. So many bits and pieces of information on the topic keep bubbling up that I wonder how there’s room for anything else. This is what can happen when you sit around the dinner table listening to important adults in your life trying to outdo each other with tales of who sold the most suits.