These are my new comfy Do Everything work clothes. They’ve been worn trekking to the subway five o’clock in the morning, at the ballet barre five o’clock at night, and the home bar straight after. Happy work, all, deserving of something more than beat up jeans and pilly yoga pants.

Although I already had leggings on the brain, I must place the 80s vibe of said leggings squarely on the shoulders of Mood. Hits from that pop-piest of eras were blasting the day I strolled in, and I gave in completely to the invitations from A-Ha! and Duran Duran. There was no other choice. The object of my desire was a pair of Forever 21 ikat leggings, bought years ago before they were trendy (I have a knack for picking up the one non-trendy thing in stores before it is trendy. TASTEMAKER WALKING, YO). But screw shopping for RTW. I had the maniacal serger and a city block worth of jersey at Mood, what was stopping me from knocking them off?

Elastic, mostly. The RTW leggings had the usual band of elastic ’round the waist, producing the ever pleasing muffintop effect we women love so dearly. Good lord. More on that later. I consoled myself with the inevitably lumpy result by picking out three of the craziest prints I could find, with the invaluable help of my good friend Marlon, a gent who works (quite hard, I might add) in stock. It was hotter than a Bananarama summer in the joint, the sheer amount of shoppers increasing the degrees, but Marlon was happy to wrangle bolt upon bolt of goodness down while waiting for a free cutting crew. Marlon, I said, so my idea is to photoshop myself in five pairs of leggings like I’m hanging out with myself, punctuating my words with a doofy pose here and there. He gave me a fist bump and we were off.

We were having a hard time finding five patterns that wanted to play in the same photoshoot, stalling at three. Marlon! I yelled, the tunes sinking ever deeper into my brain, I need a flashdance sweatshirt to tie it all together! He nodded solemnly. Yes. Yes you DO. Magic Marlon deposited the bolts on a cutting table and we marched up to knits. The obvious and immediate choice was this grey sweatshirt knit complete with purple sparkle sheen. I’m sorry eighties throwback, did you just hop into a DeLorean and pop into existence while we were in jerseys? I think you did.

As Marlon bid me adieu and left me in the capable hands of Michael, we discussed the tunes. You should be here when the Snoop Dog / NWA station is on, Michael breathed, not without some horror. I raised my eyebrows. For real? Uncensored? I wonder what I’d gravitate to in that scenario….

While we’re on the subject of horror, hell, while we’re on the subject of the Dogfather, can we talk about the booty on the ikat pair? Not my best pattern placement. The front, she is not much better:

EGADS. Long slouchy sweater on this pair.Returning home with my bounty, I didn’t give myself time to think, I just laid my RTW leggings down on a piece of paper and traced my one (ONE! HALLELUJAH FOR LEGGINGS!) pattern piece. It took a muslin to get the waist height right, and by “muslin” I mean the red and blue pair. My neverending refusal to do the safety dance that is a toile actually helped me in this case: I had to finish the pair, as it was part of the project. But the waist was too low, and my overflowing stash of elastic apparently existed only in my brain…so I used the excess yardage to create a tall fold over band, thinking it would make them somewhat wearable…

And holy animotion! A comfy waistband! WITH NO MUFFINTOP!! My obsession growing, I lunged for the rest of the jersey and finished all three pairs in mere hours. The midnight oil was already burning, no bed in sight for me, so I grabbed an RTW sweatshirt, traced that too, and clacked away on the serger.

I’ve worn the animal printish pair so much I’m in danger of becoming a one hit wonder. The costume department at work is in love with them, especially the waistband, and I’m actually going to make some for them. GET ME. I can see sewing for others in jersey, it’s just so easy. If you haven’t tried working with this material yet, run, don’t walk, yah mo be there for you, this wonder stuff is nothing to be afraid of. It is the Don Henley of fabrics giving you forgiveness all OVER the place.

Editor’s note: Mood has a HUGE selection of “Material Girl”-type jersey prints if you want to take a cue from Oona and fulfill your Flashdance fantasies.