Tucking leggings into boots before stepping out in the cold, first trying to stuff them into wool knee socks unsuccessfully then attempting to compress them tightly enough over socks to zip up the boots was mildly frustrating. "I've got to make shorter leggings," I murmured.
Hearing myself I realized how instinctive it has become to make any garment or household item I want. A duvet cover for the bed, allergen protective covers for pillows? Homemade. Leggings to be worn with boots? I can make them. Determining months ago to construct anything I am able to sew, the practice has become habit.
A retro-revolution. Sometimes turning backward is moving forward.
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