I didn’t think I was one of the people who got excited about vintage patterns. Oh, sure I liked peeking at A Dress A Day, but it wasn’t a passion. Then my Oma gave me two boxes of patterns.
Early 60s to mid 70s is my guess. Clothes made by my Oma for herself and for my mother. I am like a child in a toy shoppe. (See that? I am so delighted it must be ‘shoppe’ and not boring old ‘shop’.)
Size 14 -18, bust 36″. Pants, pantsuits, skirts, dresses, pajamas(!) blouses…oh, the patterns are magnificent. Sure, some veer towards horrid, but even they have their charm. I’ve even worn a few of the dresses – one in burgundy velvet from Mom’s closet featured in a high school date with Rainer.
I love it. I love the connection to two women so important in my life. I love the peek into their past. I love the illustrations (the hair!) on the envelopes. I love reading the shop names stamped onto them. I love looking at them and wondering which will be the pattern I try this winter. After all, I’ve only to leave out a single word in my 101 list and “sew a retro chic dress” becomes “sew a retro dress”. I love wondering what hopsacking is.
I didn’t think I was a vintage pattern person. But then again, I also didn’t think I was a runner…or an artist…or a knitter…or a homeschooler. Sheesh! I’d better stop thinking about labels that don’t apply to me since they almost seem like I’m daring the Fates to show me I’m wrong.