day 17, plaid!
First a disclimer: I did NOT make this.
To think I was lucky enough to get married in a bunad (Norwegian traditional costume). And not just any bunad, the North-Norway bunad to boot!
I’m not even from North Norway, I just fell in love with its nature and its people when I did my bachelor there.
But the reason I could wear it is actually that my husband’s maternal family is from the north. They made this by hand, using traditional methods, and gifted it for my husband’s confirmation, as is his family’s tradition.
But, a few years later (and this is posted with his knowledge and consent), he came out as trans. The beautiful bunad hang unused. Too much history to be sold, but obviously he couldn’t wear it either.
Then I came along, several years later. My family does not have a bunad-gifting tradition for when people come of age. But I also refused to buy/make a dress that was only meant to be used a single day for our wedding.
But lo, there was husband’s bunad, hanging there and perfectly fitting me!
So it became a symbol for the both of us. He felt less guilty about never using his family’s labor of love, and I got to (and get to) use this bunad whenever the occasion calls for it. Which, for my sustainability-loving self, just so happens to be any formal occasion you can imagine.
Here’s to you, @emiliosophy and to many more years together.
Also tagging @kenna.sews for her awesome binder stays pattern. And it goes without saying: trans rights are human rights! 💚🏳️🌈
📸 by Thomas Fuglseth