I've sewn a one-armed black knit sheath, the Kenzo white blouse, a Margaret Howell look-alike white shirt as well as my YSL knock-off red 'Carmen' dress and I'm just now finishing a pale blue version of my favourite 'grandfather shirt' from the same April 2010 go-to Burda.
Uh, no photos yet.
But I have been lurking a lot to get inspiration from you guys. Still can't get up the gumption to go with a jumpsuit, two years on.
Meanwhile, I found the upcoming Burda designs for August, but don't see too much that spins my sewing spurs without the photos. I say, 'spins my spurs' because the German house of Burda has gone again for the 'Western look.' Odd how much I love the 'safari look' which is a fantasy style, but loathe the cowgirl schtick.
Apart from the current season's fling with fringe, I don't see how it plays very far. Nonetheless, a fantasy about cowboys and Indians runs through German fantasy life and may be linked to a dubious line of children's adventure books from the 1930's written by a guy named Karl May. My husband, now in his 70's, smuggled these sagas about Winnetou and Old Shatterhand under the bedcovers of his Swiss monastery boys' school with a flashlight to devour Karl May sagas.
I really don't know anybody who wants to look like an extra from a Clint Eastwood movie.
Do you? Yet, the Claudia Cardinale-on-the-Texan-plains does strike some mittel-Europeans hard. Fifteen years ago, we signed the kids up for a local badminton club and found it was run by a clique of hardened country-westernized Swiss dressed top to toe in boots, hats and fringe.
