I knit. It takes me a long time to make a pair of socks (longer if I break a finger mid-project, but that's another story). But I choose to take the time because I enjoy the process and it gives me pleasure to wear things that are handmade. But the maker must enjoy the making. I remember "The Song of the Shirt":
With fingers weary and worn,
With eyelids heavy and red,
A woman sat in unwomanly rags,
Plying her needle and thread —
Stitch! stitch! stitch!
In poverty, hunger, and dirt,
And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, —
Would that its tone could reach the Rich! —
She sang this "Song of the Shirt!"
At the risk of sounding like a broken record, it's not just what we consume, it's how and how much. A few people buying $180 shawls and $255 shoes will make a modest impact on the environment, but it does not solve the riddle of how to ethically clothe the millions of less-affluent people, especially if the pace of fashion change continues at its current level.