Nothing says “Japanese Hippie Doomsday Cult” like clothing made from hemp fabric. This magical, mystical material must be part of the look. If you have not bought into hemp clothing, you should just take your uncommitted ass and go home.
Little problem, though, with the whole hemp thing for our sisters in the United States. Industrial hemp production is illegal here. Something about the War on Drugs, the military-industrial complex, J. Edgar Hoover, whatever. If it’s banned, it has to be good.
So what’s a cult sister in the U.S. to do but import some hemp fabric from Canada? I got three yards in the mail last week.
As the importer recommended, I washed it in hot water and dried it in the dryer, twice. It’s now very soft. I wish I thought to take a picture of it as it came to me, almost burlap-looking and a bit shiny.
Here’s a close up of the grain. It looks like a slubby linen.
I need to read up on how this sews before I get started on the Straight-cut Sarouel Pants.