Wednesday, 23 January 2013

It's Story Time

Apologies for my long absence, but I have been having some difficulties with my blog lately, and hence I'm afraid I will just have text in this post, considering that my photos refuse to jump over from my files onto the blog page.  They are being extremely naughty, and will be dealt with severly (sooner or later!)

So, boys and girls, I will tell you a little story instead.  Seeing as this is a kind of fashion-y blog, it is a fashion "horror story" (of sorts.)

Without further adieu, and/or excuses, I present to you:


There had been a complete universal disaster.  No one knew how it happened, but overnight, denim evaporated.  No trace of to be found anywhere.  Every item of denim clothing gone. No jeans!  Whole wardrobes were decimated.  People called in to work sick because they had nothing to wear.  And they genuinely were sick.  Sick at heart that their denim crutch had been cruelly kicked out from under them with no warning.  Many were left with only their underwear.

            What would be the next new thing? Woollen trousers? Linen? Jodpurs? Lycra bicycle shorts?  What?! People would have to find a new crutch—and fast!

            At least the old folks, who were wearing denim in a deluded attempt to look hip and cool had some things in their wardrobes to fall back on.

            Everyone held their breath that fleece and jogging pants wouldn’t be the next to go, but it looked ominous, as fewer and fewer things that could be classified as “comfy” were available.  People began to stockpile leggings and jogging pants and hoodies.  It was no use, of course.

            One fateful morning, people woke up to another disaster.  Their fleecy, comfy, baggy pants had followed the same fate as denim and disappeared overnight.

            This WAS serious!  What would be next?  Surely to goodness, people couldn’t be expected to go back in time and wear the type of things available in “the olden days.”  In other words, about the time of the wars: WW I and WW II.  Dresses!  Tweeds!  What the heck was coming next? A return to wearing hats?

            Naturally, this opened up a HUGE gap in the market.  Vintage and retro were longer just a fashion option or statement.  It was practically the only game in town until manufacturers could come up with some miracle fibre that they hoped to God wouldn’t also evaporate into nothingness whenever it took the notion to do so.

            Suddenly, there was hardly enough vintage to go around and correspondingly, it became very expensive.  Antique dealers and those who were by nature hoarders of old clothes were rubbing their hands in glee. People were paying silly prices for old clothes practically in any condition. People wished they hadn’t de-cluttered.  Those lucky enough to have warehouses of clothes from house clearances -- stock that they thought  they would never get rid of-- began to see these old clothes as their retirement fund or a brilliantly performing stock portfolio.

            Because of the cost, people began to purchase fewer clothes.  Gone were the days of “wear it once or twice and toss it out.”  People actually learned to mend!  It was a revelation to the younger generation, and took to signing up for classes in how to do it.  It was “make do and mend” time again, only this time it was more than a slogan.

            Eventually, new miracle fibres were invented, but surprisingly, people were not as keen to embrace them as what had been predicted.  People seemed to have discovered individualism and were reluctant to get back into a universal form of dress.   Maybe they feared that these new materials would also go the way of denim and they’d find themselves with the equivalent of the Emperor’s New Clothes, as they had when denim died.

            For whatever reason, people began to wear their clothes with pride.  They walked taller and didn’t slouch along like robots in an invisible chain gang.

            Finally a fibre very similar to denim was heralded as the New Denim, but no one wanted to go near it: it was too stiff, too rough, and too much like wearing cardboard. It had no association with being young and cool anymore. Even people with long memories, who once wore only denim, could not be coaxed back. It was a complete flop and soon the manufacturers saw it as a financial dead donkey and stopped making it.  What supplies they had, they pulped into roof insulation for homes.

            More and more people fell in love with natural fibres, form fitting tailoring, and the whole notion of being well dressed.  It became not only desirable, but normal to dress in that way. It seemed the Cult of Casual had lost its stranglehold on the nation’s psyche.


Style Sud-Est said...

Allo Rosemary !

I wonder why you have problems with posting pics? have you tried Flickr? i was with photobucket but it gave me problems it would freeze all the time i could not post pics, it took forever to load a nightmare it tell you! But Flickr works well, go pro it's cheap, and it"s a charm!

About your story i like it a lot, i wish denim and fleece would disapear so not original and to easy no effort at all
i don't wear jeans and fleece is for jogging or yoga or to go to bed!

We need originality in this world, too many people want to blend in, and want to be unnoticed i never understood why...

I like you blog a lot with or without pics, i'm just so busy sometimes to check all the blogs but i'm happy when you drop a line that reminds me to check your smart blog Rosemary -

Lots of love


Ps I will mention your story in my next post


Jean at said...

I'm so happy to "hear' your voice!! I chuckled as I read your fashion story (some might say horror story). I think for many of us in this particular blogging community, it validates our individualistic tendencies. I can breathe a sigh of relief that when those days are upon us, I will still be relatively well dressed.

What mustn't happen, however, is for black clothing to go the way of denim. Then I would be up a creek.

Thank you for my delightful foray into "what if ". Hope you solve the riddle of the photos, but as Ariane said, with or without pictures I like your blog!! XXOO

Melanie said...

Hello Rosemary!! Very happy to see you. I have not been commenting much at all lately, or posting much either, so it has been a special treat to read your story! If only it would come true - but wait - I don't want prices at my thrift stores to go up! I think if everyone started to dress in tailored clothes, the next hot thing would be slouchy, anything to stand out. And maybe I would be leading the pack?! Horror!

About posting pictures, I had/have that problem too. I think there is a conspiracy to force everyone to use Chrome as their browser, which I strongly dislike. To post pics now I have to upload my photo into my Picasa photo album, then, when I click to add an image to my post, instead of uploading it from my desktop I upload it from my Picasa album. It works. One extra step is not so bad. I hope this works for you too!

The Style Crone said...

Dear Rosemary,

Such a great story, and as always, your writing skills and sense of humor had me totally entertained. So sorry that you're having problems with downloading photos. Was very happy that you decided to post anyway; I have missed you.

It's great to know that there is a possibility, even though it's fiction, that collecting vintage could become extremely valuable. I love the fantasy.

Hope that your photo problem will be resolved soon. Your voice is so important and valued!!!

Rosemary the Shopper said...

Many thanks, blogging buddies for your support in coming back to my blog, which had been inactive (for technical reasons) for such a long time.

You guys rock my world! Hugs and kisses!!


No fear of fashion said...

This was a funny story. Hope it will never happen as I do love jeans. (Sorry.) You are a very good story teller.