Ever since my visit to Toronto this fall for my cousin's wedding, I've been wondering about modesty more than usual. More than usual really isn't a great deal, because I rarely give much thought to it. I believe most people, at least in my rural community, have the common sense to dress appropriately. After all, if they didn't, they might very well freeze.
Snow in London_19 Spot any string bikinis here? I didn't think so.

In Toronto, however, the word "modesty" seems to have been blotted from the dictionary with whiteout. Walking down the street to a mall at noon, I was exposed to more than one young lady's unmentionables. Apparently translucent tulle skirts are the latest fashion trend. Or maybe it's shorts the size and fit of swimsuit bottoms? Or netted tops, with no undershirt beneath?

I was not in a seedy area of town. These women were regular gals, yet about half of them wore this sort of attire.

All of it did seem to go against my sensibility. But I found myself asking a question. If this is culturally acceptable in Toronto, are these women being immodest?

There is this breathtaking documentary series by the BBC called Human Planet, about the various ways human beings have created homes in the most extreme environments on Earth. In the "Jungles" episode, we visit the Korowa people of Indonesia, who live in tree houses up to thirty-five meters high! (That's about 115 feet, or 38 yards.)
So you're probably thinking, "abrupt change of subject here, Abigail." It's not! Because the Korowa women wear these mini skirts made out of plant fibers. And they don't wear anything else.

But here's the interesting thing. The men always climb the ladder to their tree houses before the women. Why? They don't want anyone looking up a lady's skirt. Thus, the Korowa are modest in their culture's way.

Now Toronto is a different case. Still, my question remains. Am I judging the culture of Toronto by my culture's standards? Are these women just emulating what they see around them, and not really bothering anyone? Or are they unintentionally promoting the objectification of women? Ought they to time travel to 1952 and pick out some dresses to become more modest? (Oh, wouldn't I love it if more people did.) Is the media responsible for this?

I honestly don't know.

But I do know that I prefer to not have my underwear displayed for the word to see. And I'm pretty sure everyone I come into contact with on a regular bases, is thankful.

Your thoughts?
 
 
By the time I'd ascertained Xiaolizi was the sort of Etsy shop that passes off factory made goods as homemade, I'd already fallen in love with their dresses and skirts. And so I will post the photographs here, as a virtual sewing inspiration board. (Why yes! I do sew. Do you? It is one of my favorite hobbies, and dresses are my favorite garment to make.)
I love the idea of doing a drawstring waist on a plain shift dress, as seen in the penultimate photo. (Click it bigger if you want to see what I mean.) I must try to sew one!

The dress I currently have in mockup stage, looks a lot like the one bellow:
I've just purchased a zipper to fit into it. Now all I need is a suitable fabric...
 
 
Will anyone read it? I cannot know.

But I have been wandering about cyberspace for a few years now, reading the stories of others, usually as a silent wallflower, and now I want to share mine.

I am a daughter of farmers, a sister to four creative souls, a girl who loves the written word. If I have the discipline, I would like to write a novel. I have one began in my mind, and am starting this blog partly to motivate myself to write it. I have lofty hopes of posting each chapter here as I go. But I may get distracted and end up posting short stories instead.

I live at home with my younger two siblings, our parents, and three ridiculous cats. I am betrothed to be married to the kindest man I have ever known. The wedding won't be for another year or more, however, as we are both young and he is still training in his chosen profession. So in the meantime, I'm Waiting and Staying here at our Canadian farm.

Wherever we might live, I feel a kinship with other Homeschoolers and Stay at Home Daughters. Most of us have been raised differently from the rest of the world, and our shared experience unites us. So I welcome your comments with warmth and a smile, and anticipate getting to know more about you and your lives.

It is my aim to speak truth and encouragement with gentleness. (If I do not, any of you who happen across this, please remind me of my words.)

That is all for introductions, I suppose, at least for now. It takes time to get to know another well, doesn't it? I cannot just dump every detail of my life into a lengthy biographical post.

Wishing you peace,

Abigail Wood