Well, I don't want to declare the Burda December issue a dog just yet, but I've looked:
and I'm not getting the Wow.This coat looks a little fussy with its darts' design forming the ruffles, but I'm hoping for a line drawing soon. (it wouldn't keep a mouse warm in a Swiss winter, so I won't be making it, but I like good design)
while this blouse is one Tie-on-Steroids, one to shame and mock anybody (your future sister-in-law?) showing up for Christmas lunch in a normal tie blouse like the one I sewed two posts back, but this one is destined for the dry cleaners the first time Auntie Hilda asks you to pass the gravy bowl. It's the kind of style that belongs at a Big Event where you want to stand out but not around the Christmas Tree when you're meeting the boyfriend's parents. (Also kissing the moldy ornaments that Cousin Boris just unpacked from the attic might not be wise, either.)
But I am interested in the new quality of the fake furs I ran my hand across down at our Nyon fabric store. A whole new world of softness and credibility. I am tempted. There are a couple of evening dresses, Burda Generic, without the oomph of our
Heidi Barbara a few issues back.