Consigned, Sealed & Delivered

There’s always a sense of accomplishment and relief for me after I drop off Miss L’s old clothes at the semiannual boutique consignment sale. It’s a bit of work to get to that point — especially if you wait until the day of your drop-off appointment to get everything ready, hypothetically speaking of course — but so much easier than some of the alternatives.

I’ve been consigning at this sale for a couple of years now and confessed to the owners back in the spring that I might have less to bring in, since I’m sewing so many of the girl’s clothes these days. “Bring ’em!” they said. I wasn’t sure if I would but as I sorted clothes today, I figured it wouldn’t hurt to at least try. I think I ended up taking about 10 or 12 things, some outfits and some made-to-match pieces, that I’d sewn.

As the volunteers were checking in my items, we chatted about what I’d brought, little things like how small something ran (I’m still bummed that the cool Meli Meli jacket I bought had sleeves made for an infant with monkey arms) or how sad I was that Liesl’d outgrown a particular dress. Someone saw my label on something and asked where to find it, and I admitted it was mine.

I still feel a little awkward talking to people about my sewing and I really can’t put my finger on why. I think I tend to like more passive forms of self promotion instead of those that involve me talking about myself and my work! LOL! I have finally gotten comfortable enough to carry around my business cards and hand those out when people ask for them, although it does make me feel all grown up and stuff.

Although, to be perfectly honest, I’ve always been a bit reticent when it comes to my sewing. I just don’t like talking about me. (And, yes, I see the irony in that comment, since this is my blog. Humor me.) That’s what I’ve always liked about journalism — I get to meet and talk to interesting people and write about them. I’m only a small part of that equation. I’ve spent nearly two decades honing my ability to encourage people to open up to me and then really listen to them. Having the tables turned about a topic that’s so personal to me just freaks me out a bit.

I think teaching has helped me open up a bit, though. It’s given me a chance to see sewing in a broader sense; namely as a means of fostering a love for the craft through my experiences. And writing about it on my blog nearly every day has been such a positive outlet that I guess I’m growing a little more comfortable about sharing myself out here in the “real” world. As long as it doesn’t happen more than a couple of times a year. ^_~

6 Replies to “Consigned, Sealed & Delivered”

  1. “I just don’t like talking about me” made me smile. That’s how I feel even down to the whole irony of it being my own blog. Lately I’ve been trying to come to terms with putting my own name on my blog. I changed my profile on Blogger to show my real name. Even that small step made me hyperventilate. Not kidding.

  2. How wonderful! I tell you, I always get nervous about my handmade stuff because I worry that it will just fall to pieces when someone else gets their hands on it…it’s so strange…

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  3. I know your stuff will go like crazy! You do such beautiful work. I know exactly what you mean, I like a passive approach to anything I do. I am NOT comfortable talking about my work face to face with anyone. I am also super duper critical of my work. It sounds to me like your growing in a positive way! I also totally relate to Sadira “because I worry that it will just fall to pieces when someone else gets their hands on it”, yup I have that worry to!
    jenn

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  4. I think I’m the same way about “releasing” home-sewn clothes into the world. I’m happy to pass down my daughter’s pinafores and leggings to her cousin, or to neighbors’ daughters, but I haven’t managed to consign any of them yet. I suppose it’s partly the fear that the clothes will seem *too* homemade, but it’s also that I think other people won’t appreciate how much work I put into a lot of her things….it’s a weird combo of ego and insecurity….

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