At secondary school we were directed to ‘Batcher’s’ in Manchester. Butterfield Patterns and fabrics.
After the obligatory apron we had to sew in gingham cotton, then embroider along the top (!) with silken threads, doing cross stitch and ... erm, other stuff. to wear in Domestic Science (!) I was EVENTUALLY instructed to bring material in and a simple pattern to sew a skirt.
Oh my.
It was 1967. I chose BROWN (of course I did) corduroy. I cut my shapes out. It wasn’t until I started sewing the pieces together that my teacher, Mrs Taylor (yes, really) noticed the nap of the fabric (such a grown up, tailorish word) went down at the front of the skirt and smoothed upwards at the back.