I've never met a muumuu I didn't like. The louder the floral motif, the better; the more psychedelic the paisley pattern, the more smitten I am. Scouring through thrift stores as a teenager, I unearthed so many of these obsolete gems-1970s polyester covered in big, bright, sweeping petals, a 1960s green muumuu covered in little embroidered daisies. I could go on — they were all treasures to me, in all their polyester and rayon glory.
My love of fabric has been with me as far back as I can remember. My grandmother and mother taught me how to sew when I was five. Together we hand-sewed a little red bird, with button eyes and stuffed with fabric scraps. This was my first experience creating something new out of old fabric and bringing life to something from cloth scraps.
Vintage dresses and scarves hold secrets of the past and other lives. The idea that I wore something in the world, or someone else wore it, out there, living their life, is precious to me. I hold on to dresses and outfits long after I wear them or they fit (did they ever fit?) Cloth and life intertwine, it holds something of the past in it, like a time capsule of woven thread.