Anyway, the point of this is that I did find some fine cream jersey, printed with birds that looked like Victorian naturalist prints, and which instantly pinged the "excess commercial stock" sense that means you know you're not going to look like a drippy milkmaid stuck in the eighties. The man at the till did not know where it was from, but the sixth-former next to him did - "I've seen tops in that fabric in New Look" (thank you Ebay for example. Though the fabric is much flasher than that picture implies). Which also explains why it is thin enough to require lining. I bought 3m (60" - the other benefit of commercial stuff), and it is destined for a dress with cross-over front and gathered skirt. Probably.
Also this weekend I have discovered that I like mussels, which I last ate in 1993 on the Harwich-Hamburg ferry just before a very bad storm. You can imagine that would put one off.
This weekend I have not made progress on the Hilary/Bunter fic. This is not good. It is because the next scene involves Peter's telling Harriet about the book, which is harder than making up fake thirties romance novel scenes.
*As distinct from retro.