Behold! For I bring unto you, sewing patterns from the 80’s! Love them or hate them, these patterns and styles never quite die and I cannot bring myself to get rid of any of these patterns. Full disclosure, I intend to make several of these patterns, I will point them out to you because they are straight fire.
While I enjoy writing about my creative process, and I flatter myself in thinking that I have built up some good practices, one habit has yet to be reigned in. As I work on a sewing project, I tend to destroy the area around me. I know, I know, I should do better. But often when faced with the reality of only having a few minutes here and there to work on something, I’m not going to spend a second on tidying up, I’m going to get into it and go as far as I can before I’m yanked away again. My attempt to reign in this habit has resulted in a ritualistic cleansing of my space when a project is finally finished. I spend a weekend setting everything back up and cleaning every surface. Here’s the before and after:
I don’t know if I ever mentioned it here, but for two months I had my own studio space. It was glorious. Cramped, but oh so productive. Those days are long gone and I am now working with a little less space and a whole lot less storage. As I was attempting to restore a semblance of order, I decided to whip through my pattern trunk and see if there was anything I could part with. In organizing, I got all of my 80’s patterns in one place, so here ya go!
The 80’s knew a thing or two about athletic wear.
I unironically love all of these.
I may use some stash fabric to make this one soon!
Now, I want your full attention for this last pattern. It is the jewel of my 80’s collection and I love it.
As with all historical sewing, it is important to get the right material for the job, so as soon as I find the freshest, shiniest polyester around (and shoulder pads for the heavens) you can bet that I’m going to make this baby up and wear it whenever I have an excuse to do so.
Those are my 80’s patterns! I just can’t bring myself to throw any of them out, I’m good at imagining scenarios where looks like these might come in handy. Of I just take after my grandmother and I’m slowly turning into a hoarder. I can tell you which one my husband thinks is more likely. . .