Not just pattern repeats but fabric repeats too. This Burda top in the fabric that I had leftover from Vogue 7799. Love the fabric, love the gathered raglan sleeves. Cannot get a neat neckline finish.
And Vogue 7799 in fabric I had leftover from one of my firsts attempts at jammies and vest. A pink, elongated version of View A, something I had tried to do on a previous occasion (the dress of ultimate dorkdom). This version has made it out of the house!
OK, I do have to confess to telling a tiny porky pie, I have made up one new pattern: Burda 7791, in some thick, black knit. The fabric was cheap as* probably because it sheds fluff like flip. Easy peasy construction. One. Pattern. Piece. I made the size 10, based not on any measurements on the pattern piece or the pattern envelope but by comparison with some ready-to-wear yoga pants. The full-length version would be too short on most folks because I haven’t hemmed these (what a slacker) and they’re about right on little old me.
I don’t know about the autumn schedule, but my wardrobe it certainly repeating itself, seemingly by stealth. I’m not quite sure how I’ve ended up wearing so much knit. I mean I’ve lived through the leggings and t-shirt/tunic top thing once already. My defence being that the first time around it was the 1980s and I was out of doors in all weathers measuring and counting rocks, plants and beasties. I didn’t study at CERN, there wasn’t any Internet to speak of, we barely had email, you had to make your own entertainment. Let’s just say that it was (very) muddy biology, I was a muddy biologist. Jersey was practical. In my mind you see, it’s not just the worry that I’ve done this particular trend before and it makes me feel a little mutton dressed as*, it’s the worry that I will one day think it perfectly appropriate to pitch up at the school gate in a onesie. I mean there’s practical and then there’s my friends staging a clothing based intervention.
One last thing. Sweet peas and strawberries in October. Weird as.*
* Did I get away with that teen speak? Can’t quite bring myself to say it out loud…