Iris Eben

Forget Labels, I’m a Fabric Whore

Forget Labels, I’m a Fabric Whore

Forget Labels, I’m a Fabric Whore

 

I have a thing for cotton. Silk. Linen. Leather. Velvet. Corduroy. Tweed. Not the fauxes, patents, imitations or synthetic. I swoon at the words “genuine” and “100% ___” on fabric tags. Natural fabrics are all my lovers, while the posers don’t even get a glance.

My hate for man-made fabrics started from childhood. Those terrible scratchy polyester/nylon stockings that I had to wear to parties and church were my fashion hell. Any cuteness I exuded disappeared when I was twitching and thrashing my legs like a praying mantis, because I so desperately wanted to leap out of those torture devices called hosiery.

As I grew older and grew hair in unsuspecting places, I started to sweat. A lot. Any fabric that swathed my body that wasn’t earth grown, would turn me into a personal humidifier underneath my clothes if I wore it.

I see the word synthetic and I think ‘plastic.” I don’t  know about you, but the thought of walking around encased in Tubberware isn’t appealing. Worse, vulvas across the nation are gasping for air as synthetic leggings have now replaced pants. Dying camel toes aren’t cute.

In the era of “cheap China junk” as my local cobbler likes to call it, synthetic shoes and clothes have become the norm. Twenty-something fashion temples like Forever 21, Charlotte Rousse, H&M and Zara keep churning out disposable clothes that don’t last. Have you ever tried washing and ironing a polyester dress? It shrinks and gets shiny stretch marks.

Know what material only gets better with time? Cotton. I have a light cotton denim dress that was made in the 80s, gifted to me by a sassy older woman. Looks like new.

My favorite 100% cotton knit sweater dress, decorated with a southwestern print has graced my bed many times. It’s so soft and breathable. It’s one of many awesome purchases I’ve made on the best site every created in human existence — Etsy. Then there are the evergreen silk pants that I got on Ebay from a Miami chick. Silk automatically puts you in a romantic mood. It ripples over your skin as you walk. You feel goose bumps as it kisses your skin.

Once you go natural, you can’t go back.

 

image by: Renato

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