Compostable Wardrobe: The Story Behind the Alpaca Dress
I can not share this dress with you without telling you the story behind it. I can not share the Compostable Wardrobe with you without sharing this dress. This is probably why I have waited so long to share the project in public form. So beware, it is about to get personal. There has been time, so I am able to say it now, as it is, without the emotion. As a friend said to me, “Unfortunately, it is what it is.” You accept it and move forward, or you drown in a sea of bitterness. This dress kept my head above water during the early months. It kept me focused. It gave me something to keep my hands and my brain moving.
I created this alpaca dress 1 1/2 years ago during a very rocky time in my life. After putting my husband though 7 years of school, and working an extra year just to pay off a huge chuck of his school debit and just starting graduate school myself, he decided the marriage was over and left.
Just like that. It was over.
I was hanging on a strand of hope for 3 1/2 weeks, because he said he had a marriage counselor appointment made for us. When the day came, I realized he had never made the appointment and had no intention of working on our relationship.
He told our daughter, at the time, he was never, ever coming back. To say I was stunned, would be an understatement. I was completely convinced he had a brain tumor and I needed to get him back to the doctor. But what happen next completely threw me off my feet. The next day, my husband calls, not to say he was sorry or clarify his reasoning for not making the counseling appointment but rather to say our best friends were in a car accident. He survived, but she did not. She had been holding my hand through the last 3 1/2 weeks. She was my voice of reason. She was now gone.
I started knitting.
It did not matter that I could barely knit and purl. I had made a pair of socks though shear force and a lot of patience on my instructor end, but the dress was pure craziness. It did not matter. I was going to make this dress and I was going to make it right now. Cables, charts, sleeves, blocking…
I needed that.
I needed to be able to fix something. To make something better. To feel something nice. To be surrounded in something soft. To feel like I was accomplishing something. And when I finally put it on, to feel good.
It is lovely.
It looks like the animal it came from and has truly made me a fiber snob. I appreciate pure fibers now in a way I could not understand before.
But I also understand kindness in a way I never could before too.