But there are places where it crosses over into something I like, or at least it does according to those who post pictures on line and label them as Mori Girl style. I came across it because some images are posted and called Lagenlook by one person and Mori by another. Designers such as Ivey Abitz or Kaliyana promote their clothes as being Lagenlook or Mori as do various sellers on Etsy. It was due to this use of both terms to sell the clothing that I found Dark Mori. A spin off of the sweeter looking Mori Girl, the Dark Mori has a touch of Goth or a bit of a witchy look that rather appeals to me. She is perhaps the less innocent older sister of the Mori Girl. She has seen things and done things; she knows things; she wears black and dances with her cat.
I could potentially join the ranks of those of you who love vintage. It's just that my vintage preference is Edwardian plus or minus a few flapper dresses. I certainly don't find much (or any) of that in the thrift shops and even if I did it would not fit. People were tiny back then and I am from good Viking stock! As for sewing it myself, well that is not going to happen. I would have to gain interest, talent, ability, time... and did I mention time? Sewing is not my art form. I need a friend who loves to sew and has lots of time on her hands and thinks whipping up clothing for me is just a delight! I will buy the materials and pay her in chocolate. A woman can dream!
Can't you see me in this? I know you can!
Since there is a woodsy witch aspect to many of the images found linked to the terms Dark Mori, short of donning a set of antlers, that whole image works for me!
But then antlers are rather fetching, are they not?
Found on Pinterest originally from Spinning Castle on Etsy. Here
I have always had a fascination with the pagan, the fairy world, my Celtic and Icelandic ancestry and with magic, even though I am at the same time the most skeptical of individuals and not the type one would describe as spiritual. I also loath rituals. I don't even have many personal ones. I am quite random about my daily routines other than the fact that I do eat, sleep and clean myself. How is it that dressing like a gothic-pagan-witchy-fairy thing feels less like a costume to me than a blouse and pencil skirt does at this point? I think it goes back to my childhood, a time when I ran barefoot and made daisy chains for my hair and mixed up potions of flower petals in old tin cans, using a stick I had selected as my magic wand. Empty lots, wooded areas and the beach were all available to me as places to explore and play. Perhaps I am just getting old and feeling nostalgic for those days. I am, after all, in a bit of a no-woman's land, past virgin, moving through mother and not yet arriving at crone. My garden is lost to me and my contact with nature severely reduced. There is a longing of some sort. A desire to reunite with what feels like home.
And there is a solution......before completing this post I went for a very short wander.
I was a little bit nervous about walking in the woods alone. You will remember what happened to Little Red Riding Hood, after all! So for this reason I chose a section of the wooded part that was a bit more open. I did not see a single person so happily wandered about with my camera experimenting with flash or no flash and collecting branches. I wrestled some enormous, twisted, complex branch structures out of the forest and into my car, which required some manoeuvring of the seats and rolling down windows to get it all in. I persevered and now have the dead remains of trees cheerfully decorating a few rooms in my home. I was expecting someone to approach me and scold me for tampering with the natural forest floor decaying process but my plan was just to say I am a witch and need some ingredients for various spells and then give the evil eye. I was most disappointed not to have that opportunity. Mum says she will keep an eye on the local paper for anyone writing in to complain about a woman dressed in purple stealing branches from the nature park.
It's not a spectacular example of west coast trees; none are first or even second growth but it is, at least, a bit of land set aside as parkland and left natural other than paths. A stream runs through it which is important to the salmon spawning cycle and just be glad I did not take photos of that.