American Indian Clothes
One reason American Indian clothes are not easily available is that the Native population is small and just do not have the numbers to justify manufactured lines of clothing. Also, like anyone else, the taste in clothes changes. Not enough people can gather consensus to bring a Native American line of clothes into existence. Nor would traditional native clothing lend itself to a line of clothes as most clothing is environmentally inspired. Say the Citizen Potawatomi who originally hail from the Great Lakes woodlands and now live in Oklahoma. The same attire would not be suited to in Oklahoma as in Wisconsin, the raw materials may not even be available. Then the occasions to wear traditional clothes are limited because the clothes would not fit into mainstream activities.
This is not to say clothing at various times have not been inspired by American Indians. Western wear still holds to Native designs with bright colors and geometric designs. Indeed, all of the Southwestern or Santa Fe look could be considered Native American inspired, but they could not be considered American Indian clothes.
Any authentic American Indian clothes would have to be made a single piece at a time. Pieces worn in full Native American regalia take months to make and are expensive. The leather work, beading, and tailoring is labor intensive and must be done by skilled hands. Actually, the pieces are so labor intensive that most powwow outfits are not purchased but made by loving family members. The dance outfits worn are truly a labor of love.
Published November 29th, 2009
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