Recently, via a Facebook status, a friend pointed out the origin of the word nostalgia. It’s apparently a compound of the Greek words nóstos meaning homecoming and álgos meaning pain. Needless to say I’ve been nóstos-álgosing all over the place since the conclusion of Seven Days of Wool. While both a week and a trend are ephemeral by nature, the nostalgia of the two continue for quite sometime.
Completing a sartorially themed week garners a certain feeling of pride. I had managed to produce seven similar, yet different outfits all revolving around one fabric: wool; each day forced to be a little more creative than the last. To date, I’ve spent a collective two weeks dressing via theme and if nothing else I’ve learned the advantageous qualities of guidelines; that is, their ability to facilitate some level of creativity.
Generally, when wondering what shirt, shoe or sweater will inspire the subsequent articles, I draw from thin air. I rarely give myself any sort of guidelines; I walk around my room, put something on and snap a selfie. Seven Days, however, has been a sort of launching pad for, if nothing else, the ease of getting dressed.