(101 Things About Shanghai) The Fabric Market

Silk! Yay!

 

One of the more precarious aspects about living abroad has been finding clothes to cover my body.

In Turkey, I discovered that my arms, legs and torso were significantly longer than the average Turk of my hip-waist measurements so all my shirt cuffs ended about an inch shy of my wrists (mighty cold in winter) and the gap between my waistband and the bottom of my shirt was usually at least a few inches of pasty white skin (both chilly and quite provocative in the wilds of rural Anatolia).

In Shanghai, I don’t have a hope in hell of finding anything with my  measurements as even my skeleton wouldn’t fit into standard Chinese women’s sizes. Aside from one pair of jeans found at the bottom of a pile in a hidden storage room in the Nanjing Rd fakes market and a few imported sleeveless tops with long waists, I’ve had little luck with clothing here.  I brought what I needed from Canada and crossed my fingers that everything would be just fine.

And then Myanmar happened.

In the space of one month, I completely destroyed my entire summer wardrobe.

My 3 cotton knee-length kameez brought back from Mumbai in 2007 were, in quick succession, ripped, stained, worn through, worn out.

 

Qipao Central

 

My lovely pink and white one had a huge bright green stripe across the back and bosom where the humidity had leached the dye out of my shoulder bag. Nicaraguans use fierce dye in their handbags. Even if it could come out, the cotton had worn so thin that my bra was visible through the increasingly transparent cloth over my bosom.

Another one got accidentally tie dyed by being washed with my lovely burgundy  Nepali cotton trousers (which also got ripped and stretched somewhere along the line); another started ripping a huge hole in the neckline and tufts of the seam liner started popping out. I was starting to look very scruffy indeed.

But what was I to do?

Oh, oh, the fabric market in Dongmen Lu!

I’d never been brave enough to go there on my own as it has a fierce reputation at weekends. However, a friend with a tailor in mind invited me to tag along on her new-shirts run mid-week.

I decided I’d get my shattered tunics and trousers copied.

 

Fabric fabric everywhere but not a drop to drink

 

We went to her tailor, a lovely woman with a stall near the escalator, filled with tailored blouses and work trousers and cashmere winter coats.  I showed her my scruffy old rags and she gave me estimates for how much fabric I’d have to buy to replicate them.

Armed with my measurements list and my already rusty Chinese, we set out to buy simple soft cottons.  That aim was soon rethought when we hit the silk section.

I rakishly decided to have all 3 of my kameez remade in beautiful soft shimmery embroidered silk (dragon flies! pretty flowers!).

With the cost of the silk for 3 knee length tunics (between 2 and 2.5 meters each), plus a few meters of burgundy cotton to remake my dying trousers, and the cost of the tailor, it’ll come to about 700rmb for the lot. That’s just a bit over $100US. Madness.

They’ll be done next week.

Hopefully Shanghai will have cooled down by then because, by gum, silk isn’t so good in a sweatbox.

I may regret this.

 

You want fabric?

 

Purrrrty

 

Mmmmm texturey…


7 thoughts on “(101 Things About Shanghai) The Fabric Market”

  • I have pangs of jealousy. So many of them. I loved the fabric markets when I lived in China. It was satisfying just to look at the beautiful material sometimes (and getting things made was always awesome). I hope your new shalwar kameez are luxurious and comfortable.

    • Fear not, you’ll be getting some lengths of prettiness asap. I’m trying to assemble a few packages (for family back home) so will post everything in one fell swoop.

  • So sorry to hear about your destroyed shalwar kameezes!

    I really like the fabric you’ve captioned “Purrty” (how many r’s?) – would have totally bought that. I was a bit addicted to fabric shopping while in Asia, sadly now I’ve just got malls instead of markets.

    • The Purrrrty one is indeed very purty! The ones I got were all variations on a soft blue green theme (pistachio/minty/watery) though at the time I hadn’t realized I was being so repetitive. I only noticed the colour-spectrum imbalance when everything was put in the bag…

      Markets are marvellous, really. Though I must admit, a mall with a choice of clothes that might actually fit me would be awesome!

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