Some of the first 'old' things I bought, like, 3 years ago towards the end of year 7 were sewing patterns, stemming from the discovery of well, sewing. I made a strawberry bag in textiles that didn't fall apart and thought I was some sort of seamstress oracle. I have built up quite a collection of them and despite three being destroyed last year when I made a shift dress for a fashion project in History and left them at the bottom of my bag with some rotten sandwiches so then they went all mouldy and shrivelled (bye 60s shift dress patterns) *holds head in shame* I am relatively protective and in awe of them.
Knitting patterns, furthermore, share the same nature, people take things at face value but I for one have recently been trying to take everything in life with aesthetic value, trying to pay attention to the world a bit more I suppose, and while on study leave a couple of months ago I cycled to a charity shop and sifted through the knitting patterns and took pictures of the girls striking such gawky poses, their jutting elbows to show the full design of a garment or bending so unnaturally to show some embellishment. It's hilarious in part but beautiful in another.
Sorry if you painfully read all of the above, I'm a bit befuddled.