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2/20 cc Skinny Jeans

By: Sahanga
Competition Year: 2013
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I sit on the cover of Vogue and other magazines.
Adorning hips and limbs of your latest Fashion Queens.
Shaped, cut and sewn; designed to best flatter form.
This is my story, my journey; a tale of where I came from.

In fields afar, cream coloured woollen crowns sit atop majestic stalks.
These rounded forms now staple mass, condensed in bales of peppered chalk.
Cleaned, carded and combed so the process goes;
as staple fibres lie in parallel rows.
Aligned and straightened
to long continuous line, as roving’s spun and yarn created.

Waxen coat removed, body’s bleached a bright white
and mercerized; baptised in Sodium Hydroxide.
Staple fibre is rounder, drinking in indigo blues.
Lustrous pearly sheen, this season's trending hues.

Drafting planned, pegging designed as yarn journeys to fabric.
Round beams, through headles and reed; prepared to accept weft’s pick.
Up, down. Up, down. Frames rise and fall to Weaver’s will.
Lifting ends, inserting picks; weaving, a 2 by 2 twill.

So here I sit on the cover of Vogue and other magazines.
Adorning hips and limbs of your latest Fashion Queens.
Shaped, cut and sewn; designed to best flatter form.
I am denim.
This is my story, my journey; a tale of where I came from.
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