Jan 16, 2014

Fast Fashion: Are You Guilty of Consuming McFashion?

I went through a phase around age 9 when I would duck behind garment racks when my mother wanted to peruse the aisles of TJ Maxx. It wasn't cool to shop there and in my fourth grade mind I would have just died if anyone I knew had seen me.

It took me until I was a mother myself to fall victim to the siren song of the Sale. Now there are stores full of lower priced "frugal fashion" popping up everywhere, selling shoddy, badly made clothes.

I swooned when H&M arrived in Tyson's Corner, Virginia and a few years later when it opened in Washington, DC and the suburbs of Maryland. The maternity clothes were fantastic and for my rapidly changing figure, it was a relief to feel I was dressing in a way that didn't compromise my sense of "staying current" -- or bank account.

Back then, ten or more years ago, their kids' clothing was pretty decent too - if you took the time to really look and choose carefully, you could find well made clothing that would last more than a few washes. I remember adoring some of the little girls' clothing I found for our daughter when she was a baby -- I shopped there for her until she sized out of their little kids' line around age 6.

Now even once reliable and more affordable places like Old Navy and the Gap which have been Mom mainstays for clothing fast-growing kids, are falling into the category of the type of clothing I consider "throw away" pieces or as it has been chronicled, "Fast Fashion." Target also falls into that category. The clothes simply aren't made well, and don't wear well either. Furthermore, the clothing can't survive the laundry without shrinking (name your cotton fabric derivative) and pilling (name your knit). Forever 21 does not a forever garment make.

Is it too much to ask? Clothes that don't pill or crease too easily, well woven knits that don't snag after two wears, and separates that don't, as mentioned above, shrink one size after laundering. Things that are lined. Quality buttons and zippers. Fabric with heft. Stitching that stays and hems that don't fray. You can find this more in European brands and higher priced stores, but look closely and you'll see even those have started lowering their quality standards. So, just as I touch and smell the produce at the supermarket before buying it, I prefer putting my hands on a piece of clothing before deciding whether it's worth trying on. Catalog shopping is a no-no unless it's a brand I trust, with excellent customer service practices.

When I bought a few long sleeved t-shirts for my daughter at Nordstrom, the cotton jersey was softer and thicker than the Kleenex-ply feel of certain other stores selling similar-looking pieces. I was thrilled when it didn't shrink after a few washes! That being said, even in stores like Lord & Taylor one has to pick carefully, especially in the summer months when clothing tends toward being insubstantial and light. Most stores have sacrificed quality.

With this new yearning for things that last, however, you run into other issues: you must accept the relative hit to the pocketbook. As it's been said, "Buy once, cry once" -- but wouldn't you rather do that than cry every day arriving at your closet to see a mass of cheap pieces that won't last more than two years. Since kids are always outgrowing clothes it's a given that there will be constant turnover which I could accept if the clothes washed and wore well. I want to sincerely feel sad when a piece needs to be retired, mended, or donated. I want to love my clothes. I need to overhaul my wardrobe! Quality over quantity. A capsule wardrobe perhaps?

Maybe it's just a symptom of my getting older. Shopping isn't as fun anymore now that part of my brain is inventorying each item of clothing entering my home - because I am the one doing most of the laundry. I am also the manager of the clothing deluges that are the annoying consequence of buying cheap items that seemed like a "good buy" at the time. It can be a slippery slope: before you realize it, you have amassed way too many items and none of them really stand out as worth appreciating.

After reading this, I challenge the average American to find more American-made pieces of clothing in their closets than ones made overseas. Most tags inform the consumer the clothes have been made in Thailand, China, India, Malaysia, Singapore and other countries where we know the sweat shop garment industry employs large swaths of their population. While it can be argued that American companies are increasing the standards of living in other countries by employing what we think of as "cheap" labor, I still have to ask myself: when I consider the consequences in my own day to day life, what truly, is the cost?

Jan 7, 2014

What Downton Abbey Can Teach Us About Effective Communication.


And we're off! Downton Abbey season 4. Everyone is looking refreshed. The men look thinner and even the older ladies' faces more pert. I don't know what benefits get written into the contracts after a series hits it big like this but let's just say everyone looks more awake, even playing sad people in mourning. I also love how the season opens on Valentine's Day. Reminds me of that season of Mad Men that did the same. Inbuilt drama always, on Valentine's Day.

Initial observations.
(1)
I love watching the clothing that everyone wears evolve. We have gone from the Edwardian era to the beginning of the '20's and we can already see the jaunty turns of flapper fashion working their way into the evening wardrobes of people like Lady Mary and Lady Edith. With the men I see more subtle shifts but of course Maggie Smith's Dowager Countess looks appropriately steeped in traditional garb suited to her.

(2)
Hello! Lord and Lady Grantham are sleeping in the same bed. Yoo-hoo, did anyone else notice this? Where have I been...did this start last season (I admittedly missed an episode or two). I always thought they slept alone - or was "sleeping in my dressing room" just a euphemism for "being in the doghouse"? Doesn't Lord Grantham look like a cardboard cutout sitting there? Strange. I guess everyone is just swimming with the tide of the times.

(3)
I am awash in the lush detail of the costumes and set design. I die for "period dramas" and thought, when I discovered Downton Abbey in its lull between seasons 1 and 2 that I would be among a very small cadre of nerds watching this show. Imagine! A PBS Masterpiece Theatre show garnering such a wide swath of the American audience! So great - now we're all in this together. Never mind that my husband just about fell asleep watching hour 2 of the premiere with me.

(4)
I love that Mary and Matthew's baby is named George. How fitting, given the little prince born in England last summer. Do you think that was a shout out to the Royals?

(5)
Speaking of George, don't you love how no one gives much of a look to the kids until it's time to throw Nanny (Wicked Witch of the) West out on her ear? That was a close call.

(5)
All this wariness and hullaballoo about electricity. So funny that Ivy is afraid of the blender.

(6)
Mr. Barrow is Templeton the Rat of Downton. His deviant, self-serving behavior is kind of fun to watch and it's in rare form in this episode.

(7)
Love that dinner gong.

(8)
Who is King Knut?

Alright. Glad to see Mary breaking out of her mourning clothes and getting a little more informed. Michelle Dockery played the deadness of her new widow depression perfectly though did anyone else chuckle at how even with her voice seeming one register lower, her depressive demeanor is not much different than what we knew to be her "normal" state of being? She's so deliciously melancholy and snarky.

Mary's life has largely been the pivot on which a lot of the action in the series turns. But boy she can't catch much of a break - remember her first fiancee was killed on the Titanic in the very first episode? And then Mr. Pamuk, the GQ cover model of a "house guest" who died in her bed? Who's next? At least now she is a recognized half owner of the estate. Didn't you love the chit chat with Thomas about selling off the farmers' land as she stood on the hill overlooking her inheritance? I enjoyed that.

What I love about this drama is how much anger and vitriol surfaces with beautifully British turns of phrase. In Mary's pulling up Carson's indiscretion by saying,

"Carson, this is my fault. I'm afraid I may have encouraged you to feel you have the right to address me in this way...I'm sorry you feel entitled to overstep the mark. We're old friends, and as I said I'm sure this lapse is as much my fault as yours..."

I need to remember how to put people in their place Mary style when next needed.

Also to be noted is how much goes unsaid. I mean, the amount of deception and running around taking place at Downton! From Lord Grantham kissing the staff girl to dragging a dead body around the corridors in seasons past?!

Another very telling line about what fabulous communicators the Granthams and co. are: Violet's line as she shepherds Mary through the machinations of her inheritance:

"There can be too much truth in any relationship."

Really, now! I loved the sparkle in her eye as she said that. It about sums up half the interactions in this series. But that's what makes drama! Leave it to Fellowes and the other writers to give Maggie Smith understated zingers like this. That was a great line.

My other favorite line was

"What the --- " when Jimmy sees Rose dressed as a staff worker to meet the Dance Hall guy who schlepped all the way in from town on foot to see if "she's alright." Got to keep an eye on that one.

Until next week...

One of My Days As a Mother, in Action Verbs.


Career coaches are constantly droning on about how our resumes will be stronger if we use active language to convey the responsibilities of our varied job histories. In thinking about the treacherous terrain of forming a coherent resume / CV in the year ahead, I give you this. I had better duck; here come the herds of headhunters I knew would be a'comin'!


Executed.
New Year's plan for maximum efficiency and productivity by determining annual goals.


Procured.
  • Discount vouchers for child's life-sustaining medicine (cost will soon go up due to ACA-Obamacare). 
  • Healthy food from grocery store.

Negotiated.
Numerous sibling squabbles with patience, guidance with a startling degree of newfound equanimity.


Organized.
  • Sorted, hung and contained clean clothing of family after folding three loads of laundry post-holiday vacation, washed in hot water to incinerate any last shred of lurking Norovirus. 
  • My neglected manuscript, so as to begin concentrating on the piece as a whole (to edit).

Produced.
Three empty laundry baskets and delivered them to the laundry room.


Prepared.
After school snacks for hungry children who will arrive home in 3.5 hours.


Handled.
Call to pest control service after observing tiny jagged bite marks in plastic top of hot chocolate tin housed in lower kitchen cupboard this morning while preparing breakfast.


Navigated.
  • Maze of voice mail tree when trying to contact said pest control service. 
  • Three-tiered, staggered and color-coded complexities of the after school pick up car line.

Assessed.
Sizes of outgrown clothing for children, determined which pieces can be justifiably reused next season for younger sibling who will surely perform the "seasonal moan" about hand-me-downs.


Archived.
Holiday greeting cards received this year because even though most didn't bother to write a handwritten note on back I cannot in good conscience throw out photos of peoples' children and / or families.


Documented.
Already long-forgotten gifts kids received mostly from grandparents this Xmas, in preparation for supervising their pained writing of robotic thank you notes this week.


Administered.
Morning and evening doses of C2's daily life-sustaining medicines.


Monitored.
  • Condition of car battery in sub-zero weather resulting from historic North American "Polar Vortex". 
  • Alarm clock hawkishly at 5:30AM to determine whether kids' school had been delayed due to cold weather (school was on). 
  • How much of C1's medicines are left before I must call in a refill to the pharmacy.

Assisted.
  • In morning shoe tying debacle, sock finding and knit hat- and mitten-remembering on way out the door to school.
  • In poetry memorization homework for C2.

Evaluated.
  • Need for new furniture slipcover which likely succumbed to scissor puncture created by crafty children doing art projects in prohibited zone (on sofa).
  • Reupholstery of living room chairs (decision = Yes).

Coordinated.
Dermatology and orthodontic appointments for C1 to minimize hours spent out of school.


Cooked.
Nutritious dinner for family of four who have wildly disparate notions of "what tastes good."


Drove.
(Logistical management). Met -- with seasoned precision -- deadline for morning drop off and afternoon pick up of C1 & C2 despite perplexing, sheep-like convoy of almost identical minivans driven by shivering, sleep-deprived parents.


Cleaned.
  • Remnants of last evening's knitting and art projects left by kids in common living space.
  • Kitchen (scrubbed extra due to possible presence of aforementioned mouse).

Purchased.
Long promised overpriced bedding set for C1's room after securing post-holiday sale bargain price.


Managed.
To find time to write this post, perhaps the most victorious achievement of all previously documented.