cliché- an expression, idea, or element of an artistic work which has been overused to the point of losing its original meaning or effect, “played out”
I mentioned in another post that while wearing “vintage” style, I often flirt with the line between “vintage” and “kitsch.” I work hard to avoid clichés, as well.
I have nothing against cherry prints or polka dots, however, clichés often mask individualism. I object to counter-culture “branding”, not pretty prints.
Cherry Print- When it cropped up in highschool, some girls giggled about implications of virginity. Some just thought it was cute. Cherries appeared on everything from panties to converse sneakers to bedspreads. Cherry print saturated the market so quickly, I never hopped on the bandwagon. I suppose I’m cranky that way.
Acceptable use of cherries:
Black and White Polka Dots- I like black and white polka dots. My medallion quilt features black and white polka dot fabrics, yet I can’t bring myself to wear polka dots. Something about that particular print shrieks “OMG I love Vintage!!!” right through my retinas. Yes, I hear through my eyeballs. Because I’m so persnickety, I can’t have this gorgeous swimsuit. Ever.
Gingham, especially pink- I’m planning my next wardrobe, based loosely on Weimar ladies, in shades of pink, turquoise and cream. Somehow pink gingham kept creeping into my fabric samples. I bid adieu to good taste and confess that yesterday the Muses filled my mind with visions of skinny pink gingham pants. I found this later:
Yes, that’s Barbie.
Do I wait this out or embrace whimsy, kitsch and cliché sewn up in a single garment? Is this a personal style evolution, or the lingering effects of cold and flu medication? Avant garde or ridiculous?
Before you answer, picture it paired with a pale turquoise cotton-silk charmeuse blouse from Burda 08-2009.
What clichés set your teeth on edge?