Mar
8

Meet iPhone Girl

By Kelsey

Do consumers care about the people making our stuff?

Yes.

Don’t believe me; meet iPhone girl…

In 2008 a British man fired up his new iPhone and discovered photos of a worker at the Chinese factory where his phone was made. He posted the photos on macrumors and in a matter of weeks the ensuing comment thread had nearly 700 comments and people all over the world were asking, “Who is iPhone Girl?”

iPhone girl became a sensation. Her smiling face was on cNET , on MSNBC, and in the Washington Post.

They tracked iPhone girl to a factory in Shenzhen where a company spokesperson called the incident a “beautiful mistake.” And it was for Apple. They had been blasted in the press for the conditions in which the iPhones were made and here was a pretty, happy worker in a neat and clean factory.

iPhone girl was reportedly stalked by paparazzi and eventually the South China Morning Post reported, “She’s just a young girl who has come to the city from her remote hometown. She’s never been in such a situation. She’s really scared by the media. She told me she wanted to quit her job and go back home to get away from this. We let her off work today so she could rest.”

iPhone Girl just wanted to make iPhones in peace. I’m not sure if I believe that. You have to take what you read in Chinese newspapers with a healthy grain of salt. But something beautiful did happen.

When we are reminded that actual people make the stuff we buy and that these people have slightly crooked smiles and slightly crooked caps and that they are bursting with personality and somewhere they have a family. We connect with them.

iPhone girl reminds us that we give a darn and that there is an iPad Girl, a GAP jeans Girl, a Stapler Girl, and so on.

I think all of our things should come with photos of the people who made them and perhaps a little story about their life.

An iPhone captured this young worker’s smile. And her smile captured our hearts. It was a beautiful mistake, indeed.

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Feb
15

Happy Valentines?: Gemstones lead to deaths in India

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At least now I have a good excuse for not buying Annie jewelry this year for Valentine’s day. If you’re appalled by this practice, sign the National Labor Committee’s petition.

Watching this video reminded me of an experience I had in Nepal. I wrote a column about it years back. I dusted it off for your reading pleasure.

The Kathmandu Caper
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On the streets of Kathmandu- Motorcycles weave in and out, cars honk their horns repeatedly jockeying for position, pedestrians scurry for their lives frogger-style while covering their nose and mouth from the dirt and stench. Tractors lacking gas caps slosh fuel this way and that, cows and dogs dine side by side on piles of trash. Chaos reigns supreme, but none lose their cool.

Amid the ruckus I stood with my glowing blonde hair, a foot taller than anyone else. In all the commotion, wide-eyed, I sought the security of my guidebook.

A man approached. He was tall for an Indian, had perfectly combed black-blue hair, and a sparkle in his eye. I half expected him to break into song and dance, get the girl, or shoot someone, in the spirit of the popular Bollywood blockbusters produced in nearby India.

“Do you need some help?” His English was better than mine.

“Err…where is the Austrian Air office?” I needed to change a plane ticket.

“Follow me. I consider myself, somewhat an ambassador of the city.” As we walked he was constant chatter. My inner voice was every bit as chatty, This guy wants something. You are like that deer in the Far Side comic who displays his bulls-eye birthmark to his buddy who responds ‘Bummer.’ Try not to look like such a target you idiot.

He looked me square in the eye, “Don’t worry I am not after your money. I have my own business.” His words were less reassuring than alarming. He looks at your light skin and blonde hair and sees green, you moron.

We found the airline office and I said bye to Ricky and wished him good luck. Pushing open the door to the office I said under my breath to myself, “And you thought he was going to try to rip you off?”

With my plane ticket in order I stepped back onto the streets of Kathmandu. Ricky stood across the street chatting with a buddy. He waved and then without looking ran across. My inner voice gloated in victory, Told you dumb…

“My American friend, how is everything? I would like to buy you a cup of tea?”

Murder, rape, and slavery, were just a few of the scenarios running through my head. Don’t be such a wuss I want to see what his deal is.

Ricky looked across the street, shot his buddy a wave and a wink, and then hailed a cab.

The cab stopped in the middle of the street. Ricky paid and then we ran out like a couple of bank robbers. We were in the tourist part of the city known as Thamel. Ricky ran a comb through his greasy hair as we passed by rundown shops filled with generic camping gear such as “The Nepal Face” in the same design as “The North Face” gear. In Thamel nothing is as it appears.

Ricky led the way into the restaurant and gave the sole employee a nod of greeting. Words were not exchanged and Ricky showed me to a booth in a dimly lit corner. Two teas were brought to our table.

He put his elbows on the table and then leaned in over his cup of tea. Welcome to Ricky’s office you schmuck. Ricky was dialed in and it was time to work on the naïve American. “I export precious stones and carpets, but I have met my exporting limit for the year. You seem like a nice man and I would like to help you make some money.”

Oh, I see. He is not after your money; he is trying to make you money. What a nice guy?

I sat there with a blank look staring at the cream coagulating in my tea. “All you have to do is take my stones or carpet to another country and upon arrival give them to one of my contacts who will give you US $6,000- you keep half. ”

He continued to explain: where I would pick up the merchandise; how I would carry it through customs; how I would claim it, etc. Every detail was touched on and then explained again. Whoa, sounds like some easy money, Kelsey, and you really don’t have to do anything. Play along. Act interested.

Ricky leaned back in his chair, stretched, and as if an afterthought said, “All you have to do is give me your credit card and I’ll take off US $3,000 so when you meet my contact you keep the entire $6,000 and we’ll be square.”

Play along, please, for me. “I am flying to Austria. Do you have a contact there?” He nodded. “And then London?” Nod. “Dayton, Ohio?” Nod. You must really look dumb if he expects you to believe that he even knows where to find Dayton on a map..

I sat silent. “Come, we go to my shop?” Hey doofus, go with him, but be ready to bale out on a moments notice. No matter how bad I talk about you, you’re my only friend.

His shop was a few blocks away. The streets were crowded with tourists and I felt in no real danger. Ricky stopped in front of a rotting wooden door, no sign or window. He opened the door and sitting on the floor were two Nepalese boys chipping away with hand tools at red, purple, blue, and white stones. Here I thought that precious stones took millions of years to form and then once harvested were cut by highly trained individuals wearing white lab coats in white room, looking through high powered magnifying glasses, working with high tech cutting tools.

You need to get some glasses and maybe grow a beard. Something to make you look smarter. I was beginning to feel a little insulted. “You know Ricky, I hate to have all that responsibility of carrying around your beautiful stones, I’ll pass but thanks.”

“It is no problem. I have insurance.” He was pleading in desperation.

“No thanks.” Kiss my inner butt, Ricky.

I walked away with my thoughts.

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Jan
14

Tires into shoes in Ethiopia

By Kelsey

From the Guardian:

Old truck tyres never die, they just turn into sandals. For decades that has been the tradition in Ethiopia, where everyone from farmers to guerrilla fighters has fashioned worn-out road rubber into cheap, long-lasting footwear.

But now, thanks to a young woman entrepreneur who has combined the internet’s selling power with nimble business practices more often associated with Asian countries, the idea has been turned into an unlikely international hit. By adding funky cotton and leather uppers to recycled tyre soles, Bethlehem Tilahun Alemu has sold many thousands of pairs of handmade flip-flops, boat shoes, loafers and Converse-style trainers to foreign customers.

Checkout the soleRebels site.

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Dec
14

Poorly Made in China

By Kelsey

Earlier this year I got an email from Paul Midler.  His book Poorly Made in China was about to be released by Wiley (my publisher). He’s a first-time author as well and we’ve become quick friends talking about first-time author experiences — things like how to best fight off mad hoards of groupies. (If you must know, I prefer to let my wife do the bouncing and Paul prefers to play dead.)

And then I read Paul’s book.

Sometimes when people say that a book changed their life, they’re just blowing smoke. In the case of Paul’s book, I mean it.

I was at the grocery charged with buying ingredients to make homemade pizza. I found the dough, the sauce, and then I was searching for canned mushrooms. I found them. They were made in China. I wasn’t buying them.

The same goes for Juicy Juice.  Annie bought some for Harper and when I saw that it was “Made in China” I told Annie that we weren’t giving it to Harper.

It’s one thing to wear clothes from China, but it’s a whole other thing to consume something from a Chinese factory. Paul worked as a liaison between an American shampoo company and the Chinese factory.  By the end of his liaisoning, he wouldn’t even use shampoo that was Made in China!

Paul’s book is definitely on my list of best books of 2009.  It didn’t only take me behind the scenes of the shenanigans that I suspected were going on in Chinese manufacturing, but it was also a lot of fun and funny.  So, I was absolutely thrilled when I  heard that Poorly Made in China was selected by the Economist as one of the top books of 2009.

I was almost as thrilled as when Annie found some canned mushrooms that were made in the USA. I love me some mushrooms on my pizza!

It just so happens that I have an extra copy of Poorly Made in China. The first person to leave a comment stating why or why not they don’t buy stuff made in China wins it!

Update: @tvspike1 was the first to respond via Twitter for the win.

And if you haven’t decided how you feel about “Made in China” here’s a commercial that has run on CNN:

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Oct
29

Patriotism in my pants

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The new Levi’s commercial is well done.  I mean how can you go wrong with Walt Whitman and sprinklers?  But I can’t help think that it’s a bit ironic that there isn’t a single Levi’s factory left on American soil.  The Levi’s I tracked down were Made in Cambodia.

An excerpt from “Where Am I Wearing?”

There is no such thing any more as a Levi’s factory. There hasn’t been since the 2004 closure of their last domestic plant in San Antonio, Texas. The company no longer produces jeans or any other type of clothing. They are a brand only. They design products, place orders with factories like the Roo Hsing Garment Factory, and then they market their products to you and me.

If you read much about Levi’s, you’ll come across a lot of flowery red, white, and blue language such as Karl Schoenberger’s in his book Levi’s Children: Coming to Terms with Human Rights in the Global Marketplace (New York: Atlantic Monthly Press, 2000), “Levi’s represents raw American individualism.”

And don’t even get people started on blue jeans: A president of the denim council said jeans are “a magnificent flag that says ‘USA’ to the world at large”; Designer Charles James said, “blue denim is America’s gift to the world”; James Sullivan, author of Jeans, wrote, “Jeans are the surviving relic of the western frontier.”

America is in love with the blue jean. Jeans represent a come-as-you-are, I-don’t-give-a-damn sort of individualism that our country prides itself on. Levi’s makes jeans, and we made Levi’s into the world’s largest apparel brand.

Levi Strauss & Company has always tried to do right by their employees. When the earthquake of 1906 hit San Francisco and devastated their factory, office, and store, the company kept their employees on the payroll. When the Great Depression came and their orders plummeted, instead of laying off employees, they found other work for them to do. But globalization was unlike any force, natural or economic, that they had experienced.

The 1990s saw major retailers like JCPenney and Sears launch their own brands of jeans. Calvin Klein, Tommy Hilfiger, Lucky You, and Guess came out with high-end designer jeans. And, of course, there was Bugle Boy jeans, which my mom pretty much kept in business buying outfits for me. Then there was The Gap.

The Gap and its successful spin-offs—Banana Republic and Old Navy—sourced their clothing overseas and stole the title of the world’s largest apparel brand from Levi’s.

Levi’s, the brand of Brando, the Fonze, James Dean, and Jack Kerouac had become uncool for the first time in their history, and they scrambled to fight back. They hired “urban networkers” to infiltrate cultural groups in major cities around the world to learn how to best market to their tastes, to learn what was cool. But rediscovering cool was only half the battle. The company had more competition than ever, and that competition was taking advantage of cheaper labor in the developing world and Levi’s wasn’t.

Levi’s was one of the last major U.S. garment manufacturers to cave in to the forces of globalization. Tens of thousands of jobs manufacturing Levi’s in the United States disappeared. A company statement addressing the job cuts said, “Virtually every major apparel company has eliminated, scaled back or never owned manufacturing facilities” and that Levi’s had tried to maintain a North American manufacturing presence, but competition would not allow it. Levi’s workers at the San Antonio factory were getting paid $10 to $12 per hour before their jobs disappeared. Now Levi’s doesn’t pay garment workers. They pay factories. And those factories, such as this one in Cambodia, barely pay their workers $12 per week.

Levi’s is a company that prides itself on its strong ethics. In the nineteenth century when many jeans were made by prisoners, Levi’s advertised that their jeans were “Not Prison Made.” In the 1960s, they integrated their factories in the American South before the civil rights movement had even taken off. Whites and blacks didn’t share bathrooms and water fountains in public, but they did while working at Levi’s.

They considered doing business in South Africa, a booming market, but decided against it and waited until the end of apartheid.

In the face of globalization, Levi’s established their groundbreaking Global Sourcing Guidelines. From their web site:

In 1991, we were the first multinational company to develop a comprehensive code of conduct to ensure that individuals making our products anywhere in the world would do so in safe and healthy working conditions and be treated with dignity and respect. Our Terms of Engagement are good for the people working on our behalf and good for the long-term reputation of our brands.

Today, many companies have established similar guidelines. In 1993, Levi’s cited their Guidelines as the reason for beginning to pull out of China. China had too many human rights violations to meet the standards Levi’s had set in their Guidelines for Country Selection.

Levi’s chose human rights over business wrongs until the business itself was threatened. Five years after phasing out operations in China, the company succumbed to market pressures and softened their standards. Schoenberger explains, “The company has to survive as a viable profitable business before it can carry out its ethical mandate to the hilt.” In 1998, they were back in China because as company president Peter Jacobi stated, “You’re nowhere in Asia without being in China.” China’s human rights situation hadn’t gotten any better, but Levi’s competition had gotten that much more heated.

Schoenberger writes:

Unfortunately, a cautious and quiet Levi Strauss—succumbing with resignation to the amoral tides of globalization—leaves the international business community without a beacon of strong leadership at a time when it needs positive models of ethical policy more than ever. . . . If the flame goes out, it would be a devastating loss for the world. Because if Levi Strauss can’t do it, then maybe nobody can.

But let’s not extinguish the beacon just yet. It was Levi’s corporate office in San Francisco that told me to contact Tuomo at the ILO. It was Levi’s that arranged this factory tour for me.

Levi’s sources from over 40 countries, and I can’t say how the conditions are at all the factories they buy from, but this factory in Cambodia is what I would expect a garment factory in the United States to look like. I can’t really say if this is a result of Levi’s maintaining their standards or of the ILO maintaining its well-run Better Factories Cambodia program. The strong presence of the ILO ensures that Cambodia’s garment factories are monitored. Organizations like CARE, United Nations Development Fund For Women (UNIFEM), World Vision, and Oxfam support and educate the workers. For better or worse, there are a lot of unions in Cambodia teaching workers about their rights. USAID funded a six-part soap-opera-styled drama produced by the ILO, titled At the Factory Gates to educate workers about everything from their rights to staying healthy. It’s in Khmer. I have all six episodes with English subtitles. If a worker doesn’t have a DVD player, which they probably don’t, comic books are available. I would be surprised to learn of any other developing nation’s garment workers being supplied with comic books or DVDs.

But here’s what gets me: If Cambodia has the most regulated and well-run garment industry regarding human rights, everywhere else must be at its level or below. And while I can wear my Made in Cambodia Levi’s and be pretty positive the workers—although their lives are tough—were treated fairer than most, it’s likely that my other Levi’s, made in one of the other 40 countries Levi’s sources from, were made by workers whose lives are even tougher.

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Oct
19

Rags to Riches to Rags: New Yorks garment district

By Kelsey

Not so long ago New York actually had a garment industry. Imagine that! Here’s a trailer for a new movie on HBO:

And an excerpt from Where Am I Wearing? for good measure:

The Northeast United States was once the bottom. Young girls worked at garment factories and textile mills. They were subjected to prisonlike conditions. Their rights were few, and their struggles many. In 1911, 141 workers—mostly women and girls—were burned to death in a fire at the Triangle Shirtwaist Company in New York City. Escape from the fire was prohibited by a broken elevator and the presence of only one fire escape. As workers attained more rights, the bottom moved to the South and eventually jumped overseas where it fought communism and cut the price of our clothes.

Oh, heck here’s another excerpt:

Is solidarity possible? At the turn of the twentieth century as Durkheim’s idea of solidarity began to take hold, the world was a much different place. In the United States, the labor movement was fighting for a minimum wage and a 40-hour workweek. Workers rioted at Chicago’s Haymarket Square. Labor Day was created. The country was collectively appalled by the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory fire in New York. The workers fighting for their rights were our countrymen. We shared a flag, a language, a culture, and a passion for baseball. The lives of the workers weren’t much different from that of every American’s. It wasn’t hard to imagine what the lives of the people who made our clothes were like. In a sense, they were us. Producer lived with consumer.

But today, we share little with the people who make our clothes. We’re divided by oceans, politics, language, culture, and a complex web of economic relationships. If they are overworked and underpaid, it doesn’t affect our daily lives as it did during the turn of the twentieth century. So we don’t think about them much, and they don’t think about us much.

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Oct
10

Awesome people doing awesome things: Rain Tees

By Kelsey

Rain Tees in their own words:

Rain Tees are a 100% organic luxury line of apparel for women and children designed by youth living in endangered rain forests across Central and South America.

Andira donated school supplies to the children and asked them to illustrate what they see happening in their world every day. Each Rain Tee features their thoughts illustrations and names.

For every Rain tee sold, a child involved in Kids Saving the Rain Forest, Costa Rica will receive a tree they can plant to replace one that has been destroyed.

Full disclosure: Beth Doane, Rain Tees founder, just sent me an awesome email about “Where Am I Wearing?” So she is up there on the list of my favorite people today, but still, this is an awesome project that I had never heard of. How many other ideas out there will blow me away? Love it!

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Sep
9

Jane Goodall: “You’ve got to get into somebody’s heart”

By Kelsey

I heard primatologist Jane Goodall, Champion of the Chimps, on the Diane Rehm show today.  She’s been fighting for our closest primate cousins for decades.  She said something that really resonated with me.

“You’ve got to find a way to get into somebody’s heart. And just shouting at them and telling them they’re doing bad things and blinding them with numbers and statistics…you’ll never get anyone to change.”

She was referring to environmentalists who take more aggressive and political approaches to the issues. Her issue-centered philosophy dominates her work.  A caller asked her about Diane Fossey (the Gorillas in the Mist lady).  As contemporaries, Goodall tried to talk Fossey into reaching out to the Gorilla poachers.  They were doing the awful job because they needed money.  Goodall suggested that Fossey could employ them, but Fossey would have nothing to do with it.  It’s believed that the poachers were her ultimate enemies and killed her.

Whether with species or environment preservation or sweatshop issues, I think change can occur if we look at issues through the eyes of all the stakeholders.  Unfortunately, progress often creeps along as stakeholders cover their ears and shout at one another.

It was important for me in “Where Am I Wearing?” that I just didn’t look at the garment industry through the worker’s eyes but also the factory owner’s, the middle man’s, the brand manager’s, and my own as a consumer.

Facts and figures are cold and heartless, but people and personalities and chimps have a way of working their way into people’s hearts.

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Sep
2

Fair Fashion

By Kelsey

My in-laws match.

Their shorts are different patterns of the same four colors. Their leather sandals are the same shade of brown. Their shirts are His and Her polos.

No one wants to think about their in-laws underwear, but if I was a betting man, I’d bet on theirs matching.

Gloria, my mother-in-law, deserves most of the credit (or blame; it depends on your perspective) for this. Jim, my father-in-law, could care less. Jim and I have this in common and it’s why I have a purple shirt.

I also have a pink shirt, Annie, my wife, says it’s salmon — as if that makes the shirt more manly. Men catch fish while drinking manly beer and floating in manly boats. Fish stink. Men stink. Therefore a color named after a fish must be manly, right?

Not even close. It’s pink. A man wearing a pink shirt falls at either end of the fashion spectrum: they either care a lot or could care less.

I care more about where I am wearing than how it looks.

The biggest event of the year in our neck of corn country is the Great Darke County Fair in Greenville, Ohio. Every year my in-laws go as a matched set. Jim doesn’t mind because he gets to eat whatever deep fried food he wants.

This year was a special year for us. It was Harper’s first Fair. (Here she is riding a pony.) Anyhow, I came out of the bedroom in an outfit that I picked out and, knowing that she has a little of her mother’s fashion sense, I asked Annie if what I was wearing was acceptable.

“That’s fine,” she said. “I really don’t care what you wear. I don’t like any of your clothes, anyhow. We need to get you a new wardrobe.”

Some might be offended by such a statement, but not me. I was terrified by it.

A whole new wardrobe! But I know these clothes. I know where they were made. I know a lot about the companies who made them. I’ve had a few pair of my jeans since high school. Oh the memories. And to just chuck them all away in the interest of fashion and style and replace my well worn and familiar threads with strangers. How heartless!

Since I try to be a more engaged consumer now, shopping isn’t easy. To replace my entire wardrobe would be a lot of work. Annie just doesn’t want me to start wearing clothes that aren’t ten years old, she wants me to acquire a wardrobe of which she approves. This means we would have to go clothes shopping, an activity that we dread individually and one that we despise doing together.

“Oh, I like this shirt,” Annie would hand it to me.

“Yeah, it’s okay. What color is it?” I would ask because I’m a little color blind.

“It’s midnight,” she would say.

“It looks purple.” I would respond before telling myself that purple wouldn’t be manly but midnight would. To survive at midnight one has to make a manly fire or perhaps fashion a manly torch. What can be more manly that carrying fire?

So I would try on the shirt and just when Annie would think that she had sealed the deal, I would ask, “Where was it made?” Or I would say, “I’m not so sure about this brand.”

It’s tough finding something that meets both of our requirements.

In order to preserve our marriage, I’ve made some guidelines for clothes shopping at our local mall:

1) Avoid department store labels. I would rather go with an established brand like Levi’s than JCPenney’s signature label or Wal-Marts ironic label Faded Glory.

2) Nothing from Wal-Mart or Wal-Mart-like stores unless it’s a T-shirt and it’s hilarious (I have my weaknesses).

3) If given a choice between something made in China or somewhere else, go with somewhere else. What’s right in China is what grows the nation’s economy and for the most part this makes labor rights wrong. It’s okay to buy shoes made in China because it’s tough to find any that are made elsewhere and going barefoot stinks. (I’m not calling for a boycott of China, it’s just how I feel.)

4) Reference the pocket-sized book The Better World Shopping Guide by Ellis Jones. The guide grades products, retailers, and brands on their social and environmental practices. Patagonia gets an A but none of their products are found at our mall. But Levi’s, GAP, and Eddie Bauer get Bs and are.

In a pinch, these are my quick and dirty standards. They aren’t perfect. What I would really like to see are the major retailers providing ethical options that cost a little more. We have organic/natural aisles in all of our local grocery stores, so why can’t we have a few racks of socially and environmentally conscious clothing?

(Take a few minutes and write to your favorite retailer and ask for an ethical option.)

We went to the fair and while most folks were fashionably dressed like my in-laws — although not quite as color coordinated — there were plenty of others whose outfits made mine look stylish. Those fresh from the cow barn wore the appropriately named (crap)-kickers. Others toting huge stuffed bears had made their own alterations — cutoff shorts and cutoff sleeves.

We all have our fashion standards.

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Aug
19

Harper’s Lollipop Tree Dress

By Kelsey

If it weren’t for China, my baby daughter, Harper, would be naked and wouldn’t have anything to play with.

When you have a baby girl, everyone wants to buy her clothes (especially when she is the cutest baby ever!).  Somewhere between thanking the gifter and keeping the giftee from chewing on the wrapping paper, I sneak a peak at the made in label of the onesie or sleeper, the plastic ball or the toy puppy, the teenie dress or tiny skirt.  The tag almost always reads “Made in China.”

Other than shoes (80% made in China), I’ve never seen a category of clothing so dominated by a single country than baby clothes.  If China shutdown, we’d have a bunch of bored, half-naked babies crawling around our living rooms.

I’m always grateful that someone walked into a store, thought of my little girl, and dropped a few bucks on her, but I’ve never been too big on clothes as gifts.  This is deeply rooted stuff. Who doesn’t remember shaking packages only to hear the swoosh of clothes and thinking, “That doesn’t sound like a He-Man action figure. Oh no, I think it’s clothes!”?

Now it’s even a bigger problem with me.  I tell the gifter that they shouldn’t have and then they tell me that it was no problem. Besides, it was on the sale rack and they bought it for only $2. I think about the onesie’s journey from China across oceans and continents and marvel at the $2 price tag.

It makes my head spin.  How is that possible?  I can’t mail a T-shirt to my neighbor for $2.

Harper has about 200 outfits (this might be an exaggeration, but it’s most likely not) and most of them have been gifts and nearly all of them were made in China.  I’ve come to accept it, until last week when I received a package from my buddy Larry.

I shook it.  It sounded like clothes.  I expected to find a cute outfit made in China, but I found so much more.

It was accompanied by a note:

Had a friend of mine design and knit this dress for Harper. The design is adapted from a dress she made for her daughter’s 2nd birthday.
-    Larry

And another handwritten note from the dressmaker, Susan:

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It’s been a pleasure creating this one-of-a-kind dress for Harper!

Susan even wrote out the washing instructions, because, really, who knows how to care for bamboo silk?  Who even knew bamboo silk existed?

And she posted the dress on her site and named it after Harper.  The dress is officially known as Harper’s Lollipop Tree Dress.

Forget the economics and politics of Harper’s Made in China wardrobe. What has been lost isn’t our connection with clothes, but with the people who make our clothes.

The note from Larry’s friend got me thinking.  What if every item of clothing we wore came with such a note.
“Hope you like this Elmo shirt. I stitched the collar.” Signed Li Xin.

Maybe then we would pause before buying a garment, which has traveled tens of thousands of miles, for $2.  Maybe then we would think about the workers who stitched our clothes and if it’s possible for them to feed and clothe their own kids while getting paid the tiniest fraction of a onesie.

To me Harper’s Lollipop dress is the most beautiful garment in her wardrobe. From the smile on her face, Harper agrees.

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