Aut couture: a sartorial life history

Today I noticed something: the stitching on the cuffs of a top I was wearing was coming loose. The top had been bought from a local charity shop (as are the majority of my clothes – I dislike high street shopping). It had been like new when I purchased it…or so I had thought until I noticed that thing today.

Yes, the stitching was coming undone; but what I noticed was that this was not the original stitching. The thread was the wrong colour. It was actually a little untidy and uneven, once visible. The previous owner of the garment had added stitching, in order to tidy away the rather frilly edges of the sleeves.

And it occurred to me: what was the previous owner’s motivation for doctoring the designer’s intended aesthetic? Did they not like the look of the frills? Or did the frills aggravate the person’s senses in a way that was so uncomfortable as to be unendurable?

Could it be, perchance, that my top’s previous owner was a fellow autistic?

I’ve always been fascinated by fashion. But it’s much more the fascination of the observer – I guess it’s an extension of the fascination I’ve always had with people.

From a very early age, I drew. Never landscapes, still life, or anything other than people. Usually just standing around in groups, interacting. Limited or no background scenery. Just the people. I’d attempt to replicate, in grey pencil, the gestures, expressions, postures and stances of the people I observed in real life. Perhaps it was a method of ‘social interaction analysis’. And the clothes they wore were always a big part of this.

Always a little too serious and ‘meta’ to really be into throwaway pop music as a child, I nevertheless used my pencils to try to reproduce album covers, stills from music videos, and so on (always greyscale; never in colour), and I think it was always the visual aesthetic that most interested me.  I was fascinated by the crown-less ‘hat’ Kylie Minogue wore on the cover of her first album, her mass of permed blonde hair tumbling out and over the brim. Not a clothes thing, but another image that always captured my attention was the silhouette, against a blank, white background, of Morten Harket of a-ha singing into a studio microphone in the ‘Hunting High and Low’ video – another image I’d draw repeatedly from memory. But again, it was the stark, visual aesthetic that got me.

I studied closely. And there were times I adopted the looks of others. When I was ten, everyone was wearing brightly-coloured hooded t-shirts, hi-tops and dungarees. God knows, I struggled enough with friendships, so I wanted to wear the same. I never got the appeal of shell tracksuits (another garment popular at the time), though.

The tie-dyed, hippie/grunge hybrid look of early secondary school was again adopted in response to what everyone else seemed to be doing. We younger kids took our cues from those in the years above us. And all the while, I watched the much older girls. And at home in my room, I drew versions of them, in pencil. Fashionable, conversing, enjoying their interactions. Happy in their social groups.

And there were times when I didn’t ‘get it’. As a much younger child,  I would wear my entire collection of brooches all at once, the motley assortment of metal jewellery covering, weighing down and distorting the shape of my sweater.  Later on, it never occurred to me that wearing a Girl Guides sweatshirt much of the time was unacceptable. It really was a lovely shade of blue. And white socks? Apparently they weren’t cool either. No-one ever told me.

As time went on, I started to branch out. When everyone else got black DM boots,  I asked my parents to get me bottle green ones. Slight variations on the norm really appealed to me. By the time the mid-90s arrived, band tshirts were my thing – always skinny fit; always the less prevalent designs – if lots of people appeared to have a certain band’s tshirt, I’d choose a design from their merchandise range that was a little more unusual. And the further I got through secondary school, the more it became apparent that I was never going to be cool, no matter what I did. And thus, the further I deviated from convention in what I wore.

I continued to read teenage girls’ magazines. Sugar. Just Seventeen. More. But I continued to be ‘meta’ about it; I never really bought into their diktat. I was an alien attempting to learn and adopt the culture of another species. Reading these magazines was more of an anthropological exercise than anything else.

And my fascination with fashion continued, even as I, myself, moved further and further away from it.

It amazes me now to think how much I’ve compromised over the years – especially when it comes to comfort. Vintage polyester was scratchy, unbreatheable, quick to snag. For a long time I was convinced that my ‘pear-shaped’ figure  dictated that I should never wear trousers. So I have often endured skirts with tights, even though the feel of tights, at times, makes my skin crawl to the extent that I actually want to vomit, especially on very hot or very cold days. For a long time, I loved the semi-tailored, androgynous look of slim, long-sleeved shirts and skinny ties, despite how much I detested the feel of full-length fitted sleeves against my forearms (although loose sleeves are fine), and despite how impractical, in sweat terms, shirts are when one’s main mode of transport is brisk walking. The underarms were always the first part of the garment to suffer.

Fashion is often impractical. Beautiful at times, astoundingly so sometimes; but comfort isn’t fashion’s main raison d’être. It still fascinates me, however. Fabrics fascinate. Patterns fascinate. Colour combinations fascinate. Shapes and outlines fascinate. And the ways clothes are worn, by real people, fascinates.

But recently, I’ve found myself returning to high street shops. Perhaps it’s nostalgia – many of the ‘looks’ from my teenage years – my formative years – are fashionable once again. And some of them are actually comfortable. Skinny jeans, whilst tight, have a heaviness, and exert a certain degree of pleasant pressure on the skin, that leggings and tights do not. They look good with DM boots – another item that, to me, look amazing whilst also providing a wonderful amount of positive sensory input to my feet and ankles, hugging them tightly as I walk. There are tops of interesting, unusual shapes, many of which are loose under the arms. Practical. I still hate shopping. I always will. Shopping as a preferred pastime is baffling to me. But I’ve managed recently to find things that I like, and that fit.

And then I’m out of the shop and away.

And all of this combines well with heavy eye makeup. I have never been keen on full-face makeup. Foundation cloys, clogs and stifles my skin. Powder dries it. I can never escape the acute awareness that I have additional layers of matter on my skin. And I hate it. I want to claw it all off.

But eye makeup. I love it. I wore elaborate winged eyeliner throughout my teens and early 20s. For a while I gave up – the time, the effort, didn’t seem worth it. But now I feel like I have come home. Eyeliner – and lots of it – is part of how I express who I am.

These days, I am probably shopping ‘below my age’. Because I no longer care. I will wear what works for me. But I will no longer sacrifice comfort. Maybe my top’s previous owner wasn’t autistic. But maybe they were. Perhaps, just as I cut out clothing labels to remove the potential for that excruciating scratching feeling at the base of my neck, that person was adapting a garment to make it work for them. Make comfortable what was stylish.

This subject matter may seem frivolous and vacuous compared to that of other recent posts. But clothes are part of our identity; they’re part of how we express who we are to the rest of the world.

For some – especially women, and other marginalised groups – clothing can be intensely political. I don’t know, perhaps it is, instinctively, for me. But I don’t think I’m making a statement. I’m just wearing what I want to wear.

With a recent formal autism diagnosis, I wish to live authentically. And part of living authentically is dressing in a way that feels authentic to who I am.


11 thoughts on “Aut couture: a sartorial life history

  1. How do you do this! I have been thinking lots about clothes and autism this week. I wore M&S men’s jeans and t-shirts for years before I discovered combinations like charity shop waistcoats and stripy men’s PJ bottoms (with green DM boots!) or velvet leggings and tie-dye tunics. Always with multi coloured hair and black eye-liner ! I tried to fit in in my thirties, needless to say it didn’t work. Then I “got my colours done” and got a set of rules to follow which I love! But while I can now fit my entire wardrobe (mostly black stretchy jersey) in a medium suitcase I’m craving crazy clothes again. Or crazy hair. Or lots of new ink. Not sure…

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    1. Funny how we’re often thinking similar things at the same time! 😄I often read others’ posts and think “Yes! That’s it exactly!”. We’re all so similar and yet so different. As for clothes – feed your cravings. Go with whatever takes you.


  2. I think I will, maybe when I move back to the city though 😉 In the meantime, I forgot to tell you that I thought it was a great post! That was the point of my original comment – before I got excited and write an essay!

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    1. I completely get that, actually! Feel the same quite often. It does mean that if loads of my clothes are in the wash I can get quite flummoxed. I hate it when the available choices don’t match with my feelings that day. Bingo! More executive dysfunction!

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  3. Great post. I have a leather jacket someone bought me, it’s beautiful and Victorian, with lace at the sleeves. I can’t wear it. It sat in the closet for two years before I finally knew it would never be me.

    I’ve tried everything (except shell suits). As a child I wore exactly what felt right. As an adult I wore what I thought I should be wearing for any given day.

    Now I’m somewhere in the middle. I don’t own clothes that don’t feel right, but they’re chosen based on who I need to be that day.

    Makeup is my mask. Eyeliner is my fun. My husband knows when I’m nervous about attending something, because I’ll wear makeup. It becomes a sort of literal mask. I can feel it, and then later I can take it off.

    Great post.

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    1. Thanks, honey!

      I used to be that way with eye makeup. But now I can wear it or not wear it and feel reasonably happy either way. I do feel more ‘me’ with eyeliner, though!


  4. My biggest issue with buying clothes used – something I almost always do largely because thrift shops aggravate my sensory issues less than regular stores do and I dislike spending new prices on clothing – is that I can’t buy multiple different colored versions of the same thing when I do find something that I love and is comfortable to wear!

    I’ve never been able to comfortably wear full makeup, but I also haven’t ever tried just wearing eye makeup. That does seem to be the most fun of all the kinds 🙂 I like to paint my toenails also, which goes well with my feet being bare most of the time.

    I was far too wrapped up in books, Star Wars, and music to learn anything about fashion as a tween/teen, but I greatly enjoyed reading about how you learned about it! So, thank you for writing this out. I mainly hung out with the misfits who wore black in high school, which kept things simple. I usually wore boys’ clothes at that time because they were the most comfortable in my size. Boys’ clothes vs Juniors in the late-90s…. no comfort contest there!

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    1. I LOVE eye makeup! I guess I’m lucky that the skin on my face, whilst dry, is relatively clear. Foundation feels utterly, utterly horrible, but I like at least having fun with eyeliner. I have loads of different types and colours – probably my one frivolity.

      Yeah – I totally relate when it comes to the frustration of not being able to buy multiple versions of the same item! It’s so rare to find clothes that are genuinely both comfortable AND aesthetically pleasing.


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