Colorado Springs Indy

4 days ago | csindy.com | Tiffany Wismer

Honeyfolk Clothing has a website with four items of clothing for sale. The maker of these clothes, Heidi Iverson, crafts them entirely by hand. The yarn she uses comes from a local shepherdess and is spun at a local wool mill. One of the items for sale is a white linen slip that costs $168. Each piece is made to order and will ship in four weeks. Looking at that linen slip, I felt like I was living in a pre-industrial community, with wildflowers in my hair, about to wed the local blacksmith.

1 week ago | csindy.com | Tiffany Wismer

I visited a church a few weeks ago and heard a sermon which was (ostensibly) about modesty. Modesty, the preacher somehow twisted the Scripture to say, means you don’t draw attention to yourself. You cover up as much as possible — not just your body, but also your personality. It is not Christlike to be seen — especially if you’re a woman. I will now attempt to say something helpful, rather than simply airing long-held personal grievances against this type of pastor / church / sermon.

3 weeks ago | csindy.com | Andrew Rogers

This election represented a significant makeover for the council as the six district-based council seats were up for election, with only two incumbents, Dave Donelson and Nancy Henjum, seeking re-election. The unofficial results as of 12:22 p.m. Wednesday, April 2 are as follows.

1 month ago | csindy.com | Tiffany Wismer

Alone among the art forms, fashion carries a stigma of being silly, shallow and extravagant. When compared with other types of artistic expression, it is assumed not to have the same depth or meaning, despite the fact that it carries all the same elements: color, form, perspective and symbolism. Why the disrespect? Maybe it has something to do with the fact that fashion is inextricably linked to the human body. A person (no matter how statuesque) is never a blank canvas.

1 month ago | csindy.com | Tiffany Wismer

I was 17 years old. My friends and I were going out to a party, and we had spent a lot of time crafting the perfect outfits for our adventure. It was the 90s, and we’d visited Hot Topic earlier that day. Someone (not me) may have been wearing a pair of vinyl pants. Finally ready, we came down the stairs to show my mom, with pride, what we had done. I realized even before she spoke that, somewhere, somehow, I’d made a grievous error. Her eyebrows nearly left her face.