The Silverbloggers Chronicles #20. Fashion

I don't remember being interested in fashion during my childhood. I don't know if my mother was interested in it and looked for ways to dress us to look like other children or characters on television.

The closest thing to fashion were our carnival costumes. Every year, a certain theme would become popular, usually linked to characters from movies or cartoon series. I still have a photo of myself dressed as Pinocchio, a character who was surely known from the famous Walt Disney movie.

It was when I reached adolescence that I began to pay attention to the subject. At that time, I was very attracted to figures from the world of rock and everything that had to do with that countercultural vibe. I must admit that all of that had a great influence on me, and in a way, I wanted to imitate it in every way I could.

So one of the first things I did to be fashionable was to grow my hair. At first, it wasn't anything out of the ordinary, just short hair, long enough to cover my ears, like the Beatles in the early sixties.

That first change in the length of my hair caused me countless problems with my father, who didn't approve of boys wearing their hair long. He interpreted long hair as a symbol of a lack of masculinity. More than once, he threatened my brother and me with cutting our hair while we were sleeping, a promise he never kept thanks to the intervention of my mother, who always advocated for him to leave us alone. My mother believed that long hair was a boy thing and that perhaps, over time, we would go back to wearing our hair short.

But in my case, that didn't happen. Instead, I kept growing my hair until it was shoulder length.

At that time, it was also fashionable to make your own clothes. I remember a friend teaching me how to make leather sandals. I would go downtown and buy the materials to make the sandals. Everything was very basic: pieces of soles, strips of leather to hold the big toe and the arch of the foot, and small pieces of metal to make the dies used to create patterns in the leather.

I made many sandals during that time and almost always wore them to walk around my neighborhood. When I went downtown, I would take my shoes with me because I didn't like how much dirt got into my feet when I walked down the street in sandals.

Another thing I did to be fashionable was to print my own T-shirts. The process was very simple: I rolled up pieces of mecatillo on a white T-shirt, then dipped them in clothing dye. At the end of the process, a series of beautiful circles appeared, giving the T-shirts a completely original look. Some friends brought me their T-shirts to dye.

The mother of a girlfriend spoiled me by making me some shirts; she was a very skilled seamstress. One of the styles I liked best was the Indian style, without a collar, with a V-neck and flared sleeves. To give them a more original touch, the lady added some embroidery with symbols of peace and love. The truth is that those shirts were very nice and comfortable.

After that stage of adolescence, I haven't paid much attention to fashion. Over the years, I have always maintained a very simple wardrobe, which always includes jeans, jackets, and blue denim shirts. I also got used to wearing my hair a little longer than men my age usually do. You could say that in those respects my style of dress is a little retro, which doesn't really matter to me, as I feel good that way.

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