I’m going to be quite frank for a moment here. Things have been weighing me down. The heaviness of recent things I’ve witnessed, been part of, and have heard leave me feeling downtrodden and saddened.
I think we’ve forgotten about kindness.
Recent events in our little circles have thrown person against person. People in different camps have raised up the battle cry, raised the flags of who they are aligned with, what camp of creativity or knowledge they belong to. I feel like I’m the silent person in the middle ground, trying to wave a white flag. But in all the fastness of live, no one seems to stop and come to terms, or outreach hands, before we are on to the latest thing, and again the fortresses go up, and people are pitted one against the other.
Here’s the thing. Wind a daisy chain ’round my hair, and let me sing “Kumbaya”, but I really just want to be friends with people in all the different fortresses. I want to listen to what you say, and what they say, and chose for myself what I want WITH NO HARD FEELING TO ANYONE. I can learn something from everyone- whether they’ve been sewing for one year or thirty. There’s always more to learn and see and do.
Our world is so small. Sure, there may be thousands in it- in our historical costuming world- in our vintage world. But it’s so small that nearly everyone is friends with someone else. And words can sting so badly when they’re about us or someone who we hold dear. Why must we chose sides?
I’m tired. I have no energy for fights, and the weight of seeing all the opposition makes my soul and heart hurt.
I have a plea. Can we please just remember to be kind? Hear the other person out. Make your choices. But we don’t need to be mean in standing our ground.
If you want to make a head to toe hand sewn period gown using only period appropriate fabrics, I applaud your research and dedication. If you want to make a gown inspired by history and incorporating your own art and techniques in modern fabrics, I applaud your creativity.
If you wear vintage with modern, if you mix eras, or if you do head to toe period accurate, I can find something to be inspired by in what you’ve done.
If you believe people should be allowed in museums in costumes, or if you believe people should not expect to be allowed, can we still get along.
Let’s find the common ground and chose to see the good. Let’s open up the conversation in a polite way. We all have things to learn from each other.
I slip. We all do. We say and do things we regret. But regroup, move on, and try to believe that we can accomplish much good. And if someone believes something differently than you do- well- live and let live. Take a deep breath, and just keep doing your thing because you LOVE it.
If I have to chose a camp to belong to, I believe in the camp of kindness.
Love, passion, and kindness never go out of style.
“Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.” 1 Corinthians 13:4-7