From Edith Schaeffer’s The Hidden Art of Homemaking, chapter 12, Clothing:
“Since ancient times people have been concerned to dress ‘correctly’, which usually just means dressing in the fashion of the period. Attached to this whole subject of fashion, however, are many other topics. Does it matter how we dress? Is it a sign of spirituality to be dowdy? Are certain clothes and styles positively ‘wrong’? And are other positively ‘right’? Certainly some Christians have asked these questions, and sometimes they have come up with some very strange answers.”
Edith goes on to encourage displaying creativity in dress, just as God beautifully and creatively clothes the grass of the field.
I don’t keep up with fashion well. Number one, I don’t really like to shop unless I’m in that perfect mood. Number two, my budget could not allow for me to keep up with the ever changing fashions. I have noticed that I tend to gravitate to vintage pieces and wear them until the seams fall apart, and in some cases, I mend the seams and keep on wearing.
One favorite shirt of mine I recently retired. My mom made it for herself in the early ’70’s. After she passed it on to me, I wore it so much that the oil from my body changed the color of the material. Although I have mended many seams, it is literally falling to pieces. I love the style so much that I borrowed mom’s old pattern and made a new shirt for myself.
If the clothing isn’t old, it must be comfortable. I think this comes from the years I had to wear a business suit to work each day. Pantyhose is no longer a piece in my wardrobe. They have been replaced with really long socks in the winter, and bare legs in the summer. Aaaahhhh.
What’s my style? Sporty, retro, farm girl, all at the same time. God made me this way. I feel most comfortable when I can dress in what strikes my fancy for the day. Today that happened to be moccasin boots and my shirt made of Civil War Era fabric. My man said I needed a buck knife strapped to my hip today, but I didn’t think Wild Oats would appreciate the accessory when I was out grocery shopping.