I love to be creative in every aspect of my life, whether it’s through art, gardening, writing, cooking, or just day dreaming. I also would love to be creative when it comes to what clothing I wear.
A long time ago, I would make my own clothes, and my mother would make me clothes as well. This allowed me to wear things that other people did not own and reflected my own personality. I stopped wearing creative clothes and started to only wear jeans/shorts and sweatshirts/t-shirts when I became a mother and out of shape. That’s really a shame, but it was comfortable.
I bought myself a sewing machine last fall in the hopes that I would start sewing again. Um, I have not used it much, but I have hopes. I decided on Easter that I would make a commitment to walk for at least 40 minutes a day in the hopes that I would be able to get healthier. Maybe it will also inspire me to be creative with that sewing machine. We will see.
I was going to post about creativity alone, but then I had a memory flash this morning. I remembered going to visit someone one summer at a campground where members of a church all owned their own campers and spent their summers there in fellowship and all. I had never been to a campground like that and I loved the idea that everyone knew each other and would feel safe letting their children roam freely, knowing they were among friends.
I remember I was wearing long (just above my knees) plaid shorts and probably a nice shirt to go with them. I remember I was fairly skinny at the time and I felt I looked good. The person we had gone to meet made an odd comment. She said my shorts were inappropriate for the campground. I was not going to be kicked out, but they were too short.
Even now, I can feel my face twisting into the are you crazy? expression that I must have had back then.
“They’re down to my knees!” I said defensively.
“Yes, but your knees should be covered.”
I could not understand this. There was nothing wrong with my knees.
While my children were in elementary school, it seemed none of the boys would dare to wear shorts that did not cover their knees. I couldn’t understand this, as most of the boys when I was a child did not cover their knees. I doubt the boys covered their knees for the same reason the girls did at that church camp.
While remembering that experience, I really started to think about the reasons people put judgement on others for what they wear.
If I wore shorts that revealed my knees, would I be causing stress to all the males because they would be having uncontrollable urges? Was I being sinful because I did not want to be hot?
Did the boys in the elementary school cover their knees because they did not like their knees, or because everyone else was covering their knees?
If we all wear exactly what everyone else tells us to wear because we want to get along, not offend anyone, and mostly not attract unwanted attention, do we limit our own creativity.
In a writing course I took recently, the instructor encouraged us to be more creative in every way possible because it would help us as writers. I think there is more to that. Being creative makes people more interesting. It helps them discover who they are. It helps them release stress. It gives them peace, joy, and serenity (which is probably the same as peace, but I like the word).
So, questions to ponder….
- Are boys really so vulnerable to the charms of a girl’s knee that they can’t control their urges?
- Does clothing really define a person?
- What is your favorite way to express your creativity?
- What do you do that does not have any creativity?
Go out and create a beautiful world, even if it is only beautiful to you!
*This is part of the A to Z challenge for April.