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A Betty of a Dress

Hi everyone, just in case you missed my raft of Tweets and Facebook updates — please welcome the newest addition to the Sarah Vain and Tall family!  Betty is one classy strapless dress, made of Japanese cotton boned throughout the bodice so she’ll never let you down.  She’s  instore now at Glamazon and in the online shop.

To celebrate I’m giving away a dress, would you like to win one?  Just click on the link and tell me what your dream dress is; if you win you’ll be able to choose any dress from the store.

Wouldn’t that be dreamy?

xx and good luck!

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Eve in Audrey Dress

Well, we’re back in Melbourne and boy, were we tired tall girls last night.  Amazon Eve is on a blistering schedule and yesterday was no exception.  First stop was K-Rock FM where Eve talked about her life at 6’8″.  She pattered through two interviews in fifteen minutes but when we arrived ten minutes late (!) at shoe store No Small Feet, there was already an impatient crowd of folks waiting to meet the “World’s Tallest Model.”  Here are some of the cutest:

Eve with a young fan

And they were impressed!  Even more so when they got to experience life on the tall side.  I’m fairly sure this little girl has never walked around at eight feet tall before.

A few (um, many) more photo opportunities later, we stole Eve away and started to have fun dressing her up.  Sally McKinnon is a 6’0″ tall stylist from Melbourne and such a sweet and lovely gal.  She took my dresses, some gorgeous heels from No Small Feet, and this incredible, once in a lifetime model — and made some very special magic.  How I love dressing up!  Luckily, Eve does too…

Sally McKinnon (Styled By Sally) styles Eve

Eve Tries on a Kenya Dress

Does it fit?  Yes, I think so…

Styled By Sally styling Amazon Eve in the SVT Verushka Dress

It was a huge and crazy day, topped off by waking up to a photo of Eve wearing Kenya in the Geelong Advertiser (do click through to the photo gallery. I personally love the shots there more than the one they ran with, but there you go, turns out I don’t run the world).  There will be a longer piece on Saturday and I’ll post a link to that too!

Amazon Eve gets her motor runnin'...

Thanks MUST go to Sarah De Grandi from No Small Feet, who made the whole even possible.  Basketball games on weekends meant 6’3″ Sarah had no time to travel to Melbourne large-shoe specialists, so she’s done something really smart for a small regional area, setting up a mini-store within a tall-friendly sporting goods shop.  Now it’s a one stop shop for basketballers, rowers, netballers, volleyballers and everyone else too!  Thanks also to David Smith of SunSetDigital who took a number of photos on the day.  Here’s one he took of all of us — doesn’t Sarah rock the little black Audrey dress?

Four Tall Girls in Sarah Vain and Tall

Sadly, now it’s goodbye to a lovely lady!

Eve is off next to Brisbane and I’ll post some links to her other media appearances.  I was overwhelmed by her grace.  Tall girls, you know how I go on and on about being nice, not rude to those who stare and make ill-thought-out comments?  Being 6’8″ means there is absolutely no respite from the attention, and Eve has learned infinite kindness and patience.  We were all sitting together in a cafe after the event, when I noticed a couple staring at us.  I stared back.  They kept staring.  Seriously, these two were not going to stop looking and I was getting a bit angry on Eve’s behalf when she turned around and said sweetly, “6’8″, 6’1″, 6’0″ and 6’3″.  She got a laugh, and then turned back to us and kept on talking.

Ladies, that is class!

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Three adventures with short people in ten minutes — a personal record!

First: the tram stop.  A little girl of about four stared up at me with cartoon-sized eyes and said “Hi, tall lady!”  She waved at me the way you’d wave at a balloon somewhere up there in the sky.

I said “Hi!” and waved back.  Her mum hustled her away.*

Then on the tram the two guys seated opposite had a long discussion about whether it would be good to be tall.  Their verdict:

“Sometimes it would be good.  But sometimes it would be bad.”

I pretended that I was in a parallel universe where I couldn’t hear dumb conversations.

But while I was waiting to cross the road, an older guy in a multi-coloured neon jacket came up to me and started to speak: I was all prepared for “You’re tall!”

What did he say?

“Those shoes are AMAZING.”

So are you, old short guy, if you ever read this.  You and your plastic neon jacket made my day.

*Mums and Dads always do this when their kids tell me I’m tall.  But I like it when kids do this.  I love their faces as they puzzle out what kind of strange new creature I am.

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I Tweeted recently about coming home on a horrible Winter night to a glass of red and my supremely daggy trackie dacks… and was asked what on earth I was talking about!

Trust me to use a bit of Aussie slang on the very international Tweetiverse — oops!  So herewith, for all of you not lucky enough to live in The Lucky Country I am offering a Fashion-focused Guide to Aussie Slang.

Cactus or stuffed: tired, damaged, or not working.  “I bought a top from Supre and it was stuffed within a week.”  “Say one more thing about the air up here, mate, and you’re cactus.”

Ankle-biter: short person (usually a child).  “I’m just trying to find some halfway decent shoes, but everything’s built for ankle biters.”

Britney Spears in a tight pink tracksuit
Trackie Dacks: Tracksuit pants.  Do not under any circumstances wear your Trackie Dacks outside home and gym.  You will be mistaken for a bogan.

‘Dacks’ is derived from ‘underdacks‘ or ‘undies‘ (also known as ‘underpants‘, ‘jocks‘, or ‘knickers‘) which are intended for private use under one’s clothing.  Juicy Couture made a valiant effort to resuscitate ‘trackies’ for stylish outdoor use, and were foiled by Ms Spears who is a bogan if I ever saw one.

Britney Spears wearing unfortunately low slung pants

Proof: undies easily visible.  By the way, undies can never be described as thongs.  In Australia thongs are comfy bit of convenience footwear.  Elsewhere in the world, they may be known as ‘flip-flops’.  Like most great Aussie stuff, we nicked these from New Zealanders, who call them Jandals.

Aussies think that the word ‘Jandals’ is the stupidest thing they have ever heard.  Which would probably be true if there wasn’t a stupid word like “thong”.

It’s OK to pick on New Zealanders, by the way, because there aren’t very many of them and they have a funny accent.  What’s that I hear you say, Americans?  Come over here and say that to our faces.  That’s not a knife…

Speedos, also Budgie-smugglers are also an important cultural element to understand, as they are the preferred costume of the man who may well be our next PM when this Election stuff is finally dealt with. Budgie Smugglers are small-scale, tight fitting swimwear for men.

Acceptable:

Australian Iron Man champion Zane Holmes in small swimsuit

Unacceptable:

Australian politician Tony Abbott in small swimwear

Ugh. Speaking of Ugh, Ugg boots are for INSIDE, people.  We see you Californians wearing them to the beach.  Are you INSANE?  They are to keep your feet WARM.  Also, I don’t care who got there first with the trademark, all sheepskin boots are Ugg boots.  I have been wearing ‘uggies’ since I was two.

Dodgy: nasty, shady, suspicious.

Dag: An often affectionate term for an uncool person.  “Just because you’re some dodgy politician does not give you licence to dress like a dag.”

Ta (that is thanks) for now and till next time … Cheers!

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Meet Sarah

So, my name’s Anne, but the blog is called Sarah Vain and Tall.  Confused yet?  Thought so.  Just to make your head space a more comfortable place to be, allow me to put a face to the name…

Sarah Vain and Tall logo: picture of a tall girl in a pink dress

…by  introducing SVT’s new spokes-model, Sarah.

Sarah is the work of my favorite illustrator Cheri Scholten.  You’ll see more of her, and  Cheri’s awesome graphic design, when this blog moves to its very own website (very soon — I’ll let you know).   She’ll be popping up everywhere from here to Twitter so don’t be a stranger!

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(Just in case you missed this when it went viral a few weeks back: Jeff and Erin’s amazing Save the Date video.  )

Kat Brown did a post on her blog recently which is very much worth a read.  It relates to the use of the word ‘freak’ for tall women.   Open it up and have a read – I’ll wait here… … … Read it?  Good.  Now there’s a few things I want to talk about and it’s particularly pertinent because on Saturday I’m going to do something freakish.  Something totally out of the box.  More than that – something I swore I would never do.

Having gone to quite some effort to find a very nice young man to marry, who is also taller than me (long story – remind me to tell it some time), I am wearing heels….  which means…

I am going to be the tallest person at that altar.

Since the concept of a tall bride brings to mind cartoons of large women with rolling pins, I reason that that puts me flat square into freak territory.  And you know what?  I LOVE that.

Interesting thing, the semantics of “freakish”.  Technically, I suppose us tall ladies ARE freaks, in that those of us over 6 feet tall represent only about 2% of the female population.  The word is frequently used to derogate others, but since shorties are usually intimidated by the tall, I think this usage is just another example of tall poppy syndrome (sorry.  I do love a pun!).

OK, so I am a word nerd.  Let’s break this thing down with some definitions of “freak” from the OED.  The one we’re all most familiar with is this:

  • “colloq. (derogatory). A person regarded as strange or contemptible, esp. because of markedly unusual appearance or behaviour. ”  For example: in Rolling Stone, 1994: “People around here view us as freaks. They see us walking together in a mall and they think we’re a bunch of hoodlums just looking for trouble.”

Now this one makes me imagine a menacing posse of 6′ 5″ women strutting around in platform heels,  swiping short people with the bottom edges of their handbags.   Which would be hilarious, and we should get together some day and try it.  But I prefer this definition:

  • 1965 C. BROWN Manchild in Promised Land:  “I got a freak up there. You get in bed with this chick one time, and I guarantee that you’ll lose your mind.”

As in, freakishly attractive –  a freak is one who stands out from the pack.  Something which I have learned to love.

As a younger woman, I found my height impossible and frustrating.  I felt clunky and ungainly, and if you’d told me that anyone who was not a fetishist might have found me attractive, I’d have thought you were crazy.  But a few experiences changed that.  For instance, on a trip to New York as an art student, I found my first pair of high heels.  Not just any high heels, these babies were red ballerina-wrap shoes with a 4″ stiletto.  I wore them out to a club with a miniskirt and I will never forget the look on the face of one guy as I cycled past.  He was looking for a heckle but couldn’t find the words.  As I zoomed away I heard him say….

…………..

………..

…LEGS!!!…..

A few more experiences like that, and I realised that I stood out in the best possible way.  Being a freak is my best asset.   It means people notice me.

I’m glad Dan noticed me, three years ago.  I’m going to look my best on our wedding day, and wearing my height well is part of that.  I’m going to enjoy being married to him.  And we’re both going to enjoy being part of a couple that makes people stare.

Are you a freak too?  Congratulations!

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School Reunion

I’m just going to go out on a TOTAL limb and say that for most tall girls, high school does not rate as ‘the best years’ of their lives.  When you stick out, teenagers are going to make you pay.  From being taller than anyone else (at least until the last two years) to enforced ‘tall people’ sports like rowing and basketball (seriously, do they not understand that tall often equals uncoordinated?), to my hand-me-down uniform that had been custom made for a tall girl twice my width, I could not WAIT to get out of there.

Life is so much better now.  10 years on, I can sew for myself, I have the cash to buy large size shoes that are pretty, I quit stooping a while ago, and I have an awesome fiance who’s an inch taller than me and likes me in heels.  And yet: 10 years of distance did not stop me shaking in the car before my school reunion, wondering whether or not to just turn around and go home.  True story, and I’d driven for two hours to get there in the first place.  Thank God for the three principles of confidence.

1)  Have a beer.

2)  Wear something that only a supremely confident woman would be able to pull off.

3)  Use 1) and some good self-talk about how different you are, these days, to complete 2) with the ultimate accessory, actual confidence :)

Thankfully I had had an excuse to make myself a new dress — friends got married a week previous.  And I love the chance to wear a great dress more than once.  This is a really simple strapless dress in an Elvis print voile, with a tulle pettiskirt, unashamedly designed to  go with my glitter shoes.  Awesomeness.  In the end, a fabulous night.  The boys had grown, the girls had grown up.  Everyone was so much calmer and more confident than they were in school, and with the few inevitable exceptions, we all just got along in a way we hadn’t years ago.

These are my high school homies: I’m so happy to have seen them all well and content.

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I have made this skirt several times for others — I have a pattern envelope from 1953 or thereabouts stuck up on my workroom and it gets noticed every time, then requested…  but I’ve never made it for myself.

I love this skirt, it’s so great for tall ladies.  First and foremost, of course, it’s made in proportion because *I* made it :D

Second, it gets better mileage out of all my other clothes.  The cardigan is off the rack from Saba last spring.  It has all the chronic fit issues that I hate — sleeves too short, waist too short, tight around the shoulders — but with a high waist 50s style, it looks just right!  And although the blouse was made to measure, this skirt works wonderfully with not-quite-long-enough tops as well.

The other thing I love: the sweeping line of the pockets.  It creates magic curves on women built like spaghetti because it draws the eye in and cinches your waist (existing or no).  And on ladies with curves, va va voom!

Helloooo down there tiny dog!

Shoes are Nine West’s Chopin in Pink.

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Mmmm, comfortable bridal shoes,  that’s what I’m talkin’ bout… (props to uglydress.com for the photo)…

There’s a perennial refrain heard around tall forums and tall blogs:

“Why can’t I buy nice clothes?  Why are all tall clothes so boring/ugly/just what my Grandma would pick out for me?”

Heres’ my two cents on why this is.  Bear with me on this, because it’s complicated, but this stuff is worth knowing.

Point One: Tall people are a very small market share.  Although there are more and more talls in this world, tall is still a teeny tiny slice of the market share in fashion (5% or less).  Clothes off the rack will fit normally proportioned ladies (that is, those of you who don’t have extra-long torsos or limbs, or any other complication) up to 5’10.   And there is a big difference between 5’10 and 6’3!!  So there are additional fitting difficulties involved even when pattern making for talls.

Imagine you’re a fashion designer.  However fabulous an artiste you are, you have to make money in order to keep making (and wearing) said fabulousness.  Each size costs money to develop and make, and tall adds complications to the pattern making process.  If you make a design and put a tall and a petite and an average and a plus shape in several sizes in each in every store you run, you are going to lose money.  You may not sell them all, and even if you do, the costs of production will almost certainly outweigh the profit made in sales.  This is why nobody does it.  That, and they don’t learn how to make different sizes in fashion school.

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Point Two: Tall people cost more in fabric.  This is not a valid argument IMHO, but I do hear it a lot.  Manufacturers can make or break on how much fabric is wasted in a design.  The argument isn’t a great one, though, because are a bunch of tall women sitting on a bunch of money that they want to spend on clothes.  It’s piling up because there’s nowhere to spend it.  Designers just have to be a bit smart about the supply chain.

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Point Three:  ‘Affordable’ Clothes are Made in China.  When consumers expect a garment designed, fabricated, sewn and delivered for &5.99, it has to be made in places you wouldn’t care to visit using labor processes you wouldn’t care to see.  This has implications for fit, too.  I recently met a lovely lady who runs sample production for a huge Australian chain.  Her problem: since production moved offshore, the fit is getting narrower and smaller.  Trying to control this from Australia is a nightmare — and she makes clothes for petite and average teens!

In a factory where they’re trying to save fabric costs, little bits of fabric will be shaved off in ‘inconspicuous’ places like the crotch and hem.  These are places tall girls can ill afford to lose length.

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Point Four: Providing Sizes Outside the Norm Make Precious Designers Feel Ill.  I run a custom clothing service and most of my clients are bigger and taller than usual.  Hang around a fashion school, or what’s easier, watch a little Project Runway, and you’ll soon understand why.  Many ‘cool’ designers are body snobs and they only want to see their garments on bodies that look like Iman’s. They learn on size 10 samples (seriously, that’s all some of them make for all 3 years of design school) and that’s how they ‘see’ their clothes.

The result of all this:  companies that do offer tall versions of their lines will offer only ‘sure bets’ — that is, designs that offend nobody.  Black and brown flats.  Inoffensive tops.  A top that’s made in ten different colours for average sizes will come in black only for talls, and that’s if you’re lucky.  And large-company tall specialists, likewise, will try to please all of the 5% or so of women who shop at tall specialists.  They follow the trends one season behind, not creating but interpreting and copying.  The result is predictable — and so are our wardrobes.

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There Has To Be A First Time

Hi, tallies! Welcome to the inevitably weird and awkward first post on Sarah, Vain and Tall.

First things first: my name’s not Sarah, but Anne. (Sarah Vain and Tall is a bit of cheek based on a book called Sarah, Plain and Tall.) But I’ll answer to Sarah if you find it hard to remember!

I am a craft designer and a dressmaker living and working in Melbourne, Australia. I love fashion and clothes, but I am 6 feet tall and have size 11 feet so I can’t just walk into a shop and buy what I want. There are more and more tall shops springing up every day, and some of them are great. I shop at a few. I wear a tracksuit sometimes (yes, really) and everybody needs a good pair of black flats. I own a sensible ‘tall’ one piece swimsuit. (Though I usually end up wearing a 50’s style bikini that I made myself).

But that’s not enough, I want more!  Tall women shouldn’t be restricted to a restricted range of trend clothes, a few standards, and a pair of sensible shoes. It breaks my heart to walk past new fashions, knowing they can never be mine. Why shouldn’t there be many ranges of clothes for tall women? Being tall doesn’t magically give us all the same sense of style.

My style is different. I love wearing heels. I’m curvy and I love vintage clothes that accentuate that: not all tall girls are built straight up and down, though that’s beautiful too. I like vibrant colours and I want to ‘dress up’ – I’m a bohemian traveller on a hot summer’s day, a starched 50s librarian with a taste for danger in midwinter. And I love changing my mind every season, every day. Fashion is self expression, and it should be a joy. I will not be content with whatever crumbs the fashion industry will throw me. Je refuse.

That’s the inspiration behind my clothes. They are specifically designed to enhance the impact made by a tall, sexy, confident woman. Many of the styles could not be effective on shorter ladies. They’re fun, they’re elegant, they’re vintage inspired, and they’re sexy without being tacky. I plan to make them in small runs and introduce new garments regularly. Because it’s more fun that way. I started this blog in the lead up to Sarah, Vain and Tall’s launch to start a conversation with other tall girls. What is your ‘dream’ garment? What is that one piece you’ve been craving for years and never seem to be able to find? I hope that the answers to that question and more can, in time and with your help, be found here.

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