A Re-Introduction!

Hello! It’s been a while since I last blogged, and honestly, I thought I was done for good. Over the years I’ve removed my old posts talking about sustainable fashion, trying to make the focus of this website about my textile work. My return is fueled by my desire to write long instagram captions for each post telling people about what the heck I’m doing! I’ve been sharing more through my story feature to appease this hunger, but consider this my official submittal to the fact that I’m in need of a larger platform again.

My goal is to write about my occasional musings about ethical fashion, sustainability, using clothing as self expression, and self image. My advancements with ethical fashion, as well as my setbacks. Each experience is just part of my journey. I have three instagram accounts at the moment. The first is my original one, many memories. The second is my ‘artist’ instagram. Just a more concise showing of my work. The third is my vintage shops instagram. @katie.turn @styletongue @maudsvintage. Me trying to separate the artist from myself is how I ended up with the first two. I hope this blog helps me mesh the two identities together again. Feel free to follow along to @styletongue for updates. Thank you for coming back to read about what’s on my mind.

Vintage Fall Menswear

This is Brandon. Brandon is modeling some of the men's pieces currently for sale in my vintage shop- MaudsVintage.

Creative direction, styling, and photography all by me.

Blue Jacket

The other day, a gentleman in his mid 40s rushed his  elderly father into the store I work at. He brought his father in to pick out a lightweight, warm jacket. The old man already had a jacket-- blue, heavy, made a funny noise while moving around in it-- but to me, it still looked like it was in great condition. The son kept telling me how 'crappy' the blue jacket was, and after he purchased his dad a new jacket, he was going to get rid of the blue one. He asked if we recycle jackets. We do, but only from our own brand. I offered to recycle the jacket for them anyways, knowing that if I didn't take it, it most likely would have been tossed. 

This interaction had a lasting impact on me. The old man was happy with his puffy, blue jacket, but the son thought it wasn't good enough. It's so representative of the times we live in, where if something isn't deemed 'good enough', it is just thrown away. When I got home, I didn't quite know how to figure out how I felt about it so I make a sketch of it and wrote down the encounter in my sketchbook. I'll be using these sketches and photographs for a future project.