To give herself a workplace, she absently cleared her largest table, neatly folding her works-in-progress off to the side.  She’d have to start by reverse-engineering the pattern of each garment, then figure out what it was made of.  After that, she’d have to decide if she could sew the seam together or if she’d have to put a filler panel in.  She’d have to find or make cloth that matched or complimented the palette she already had to work with.  If it was a total loss, she’d have to make an exact copy, saving buckles and buttons off the original, and she’d have to do it with no model or ponykin to form it on.  