I’ll be honest, if it wasn’t for Gytha I’d be in serious bother. Garb making seems to be the ultimate trigger from every horrible procrastinating tendency in my body, and I have more than my fair share of those to begin with. It’s not that I dislike it, in truth I find hand sewing quite relaxing, I just find starting out really daunting. Gytha kindly made us some hoods, I’m busily handsewing the lining into mine and I hope to embroider it with ivy leaves while at Raglan (starting before that with so much to do would be a whole new form of insanity, even for me. She also made Art a bog shirt like this one which I’m just finishing the trim on. I find that now that I’ve started actually sewing the rest doesn’t seem so impossible.
I have one whole cotehardie style dress to my name, the one I frantically was working on for Coronet on the way to Caerphilly castle that the Lady Cassandra was helping me with. I sewed up another pale green linen one a while ago but there just wasn’t enough fabric so I took it apart again last night so I can to a half and half green and black since I am hoping my device (when I finally get around to actually registering the thing) will be half and half black and green background. I finally worked up the guts to cut my lovely red linen to make another, I will probably run up the unseen seams on a sewing machine and hand finish it, assuming I haven’t botched the cutting.
Why all the garb making? Because I’m going to Ffair Rhaglen X and it is stupidly close now.