Yesterday, I caved: I started sewing again. I had been trying to not do so until we moved to Seattle and instead hoard fabric and supplies for the eventual summit into sublimity.
It didn’t work.
So, for the first time in a [seemingly long] while, I began to prepare a pattern from the October issue of Burda. Twelve paper cuts later, I had everything ready. I dredged up my dressform. I looked at it for a moment, thinking, “My god, I’m a pudgy bastard” as any lady is wont to do. I brought out the tape measure and found that several — no, all — of the measurements were off. My waist was all wrong, my hips — every single dial.
In short, ladies and gents, it seems I’ve misplaced my pudge. I suppose that’s what happens when your only form of transportation is to walk to and fro and you subsist purely on homemade vegetarian dishes (the recipes for which I should really get around to posting).
Of course, there is a downside: The dress I’d started is all wrong. It’s two sizes too large now. Damn it.
In other news, I recently stumbled across BurdaMode.com’s fashion history archives, where they showcase pattern images from their old (1956-1980) issues. Here are what I believe to be some of the gems.