Melbournian ... or Goth?

This week I decided to have a little try at creating my own skirt pattern.

For some while now I'd been thinking it would be nice to make a yoked skirt in a nice drapey stretch fabric. I figured that with my sway-back and mahoosive bottom, that a yoke line might look quite flattering. Never underestimate the powerful trick of chopping one's derriere in half (er, horizontally as opposed to the natural vertical division).

Anyway I digress.

After sketching the pattern onto paper (using several existing garments for inspiration), I checked the stash for suitable fabric. I rummaged through the stretchies. There was black jersey. Black bengaline. Black ponti di roma. Black interlock. Not to mention several lengths of black jersey.

Um, should I choose the black ... or the black?

Suddenly it occurred to me. Despite being the most unfashionable person I know, maybe I really am a slave to Melbourne fashion: head-to-toe black. Either that ... or I am a latent Goth.

Perhaps I will stick with Goth. Yes. Forget the yoke: the next skirt can have a jolly big Victorian bustle. No-one will know whether I have a mahoosive bottom or not.