This seems to be a week for confessions on my part.
As well as sharing the dirty secret of my slovenly ways over half term, here I am, ‘fessing up again.
I have realised during the course of this week that, in one respect at least, I am not as others.
I have a shameful compulsion / addiction. I wrote of it before, when it was only in it’s infancy. But since then it has grown.
I’m not talking of my well-publicised fabric addiction, a phenomenon which appears to be almost normal these days.
No, I’m out and proud on that score, and share my condition with many people with whom I come into contact. (Unless it’s just the power of the interweb to bring the few similarly-afflicted into my orbit?).
I’m talking about a particular niche area of fabric addiction:
My natural love for fibres that are not natural.
My stash of synthetics is growing. As well as frocks, I can’t seem to stop myself from purchasing lurid polyester fabrics whenever they cross my path.
They’re so cheerful!
And so cheap!
Obviously because nobody else wants them.
But I’ve just noticed – people think I’m strange because I do.
One friend admitted that she “couldn’t wear” man made fibres, whilst another told me that she “didn’t do synthetics”. Period.
And I’m sure I’m not imagining the strange look I got from the lady in the Sue Ryder Shop as I enthused about my latest polyester treasure at the counter.
Perhaps I am weird.
Although, I prefer to think of myself as cutting edge, a trend-setting trail-blazer, who resides in the vanguard of fabric fashion, merrily skipping where others fear to tread.
So tell me: would you buy a crimplene cushion? I need to know…
Because there is just a tiny smidge of doubt creeping in, that perhaps my minority interest is, like the fabrics I covet, just, well, unnatural. ♥
I’m allergic to all man-made fabrics, all I can wear is cotton, I do crochet with acrylic because that’s all I can afford, but I have to limit my time in contact with it, it’s a shame because all the pretty clothes are usually made in polyester or similar fabrics, and they are certainly cheaper!
Please don’t mention crimplene, I still have nightmares about my mothers purple crimplene trousers *shudders*
All my vintage dresses are in man-made materials and they are all very striking.
However I’m not so sure about a crimplene cushion. My head might slip off it!
I really can’t bear wearing synthetic fibres, but I wish I could cause so many gorgeous vintage frocks are made of them! I love that you love them though, I think you’re a brave woman, standing proudly on the edges of fabricland, blazing a trail for us all! (And you rock a crimplene frock!) 😉 xx
As a maker I love a bit of Crimpelene …..it doesn’t fray so no overlocking to be done……and colours always zing….especially on a cushion!!
I was a teenager in the1970s and have grim memories of synthetics–polyester double knits, etc. I honestly would probably not buy cushions made of such, even if the print was fun.
Alas, I fear you are not alone!
I, too, had many items of clothing in man-made fibres growing up. I learned, as the 70’s became the 80s, that this was no longer acceptable, and they were discarded. But I never minded wearing them at the time.
Beautiful, absolutely beautiful! I am fond of all fabrics, though I admit I have found some old polyesters to be rather hot as they don’t ‘breathe.’ That being said, I don’t wear ‘stylish’ clothes anymore…I wish I did, but I just don’t. As far as just plain fabric, if it’s pretty, it’s pretty! I don’t care what it’s made of! 🙂
I forgot to mention that I have quite a few pieces of man-made material clothing now. High-end performance fibers and all. I would love to know (maybe I should look it up) why these 100% polyester clothes have moisture-wicking properties and whatnot, and yet a vintage 100% polyester can sometimes feel like a sweat box…