You see, I so often start things without finishing them. Sentences, cleaning my room, stories, projects, anything really, that I start, has a great chance of getting forgotten or simply dropped (one of the reasons I hate interruptions). This may partly explain my delay in finishing the pages for my stories and my garb.
However, yesterday, when I was in the basement hiding from people and recovering from a completely pointless trip to town, I finished my latest garb project, a blue cyrtel of later style than my other, with boat-shaped sleeves of moderate size. (Boat-shaped sleeves, known to the Normans as maunche, can be seen in an only slightly exaggerated form on the woman fleeing the burning building in the Bayeux “Tapestry”. History lesson over, you may proceed with the regular unscheduled programming.) It fits, and this is good, as it makes its debut at Hadrian’s Feld this Saturday. The fabric is cotton from an old sheet I’ve been eyeing for some time, finally repurposed, which I dyed blue with indigo. The thread is ordinary white polyester stuff. I handsewed all of it, including the hem, which by my reckoning (perhaps I have been thinking, and reckoning, more than is good for me) is slightly under three yards. Pictures should come at some point after Hadrian’s.
In other garb news, my sister is making progress on her polyester smock — sorry, chemise; she’s 1st-half-12th-century Anglo-Norman — and not doing too bad a job of it on the machine. She won’t have it ready by Saturday, but we’ve other arrangements, so she won’t be wearing just one layer. Besides, with a wide-sleeved bliaut, you need some kind of a sleeve under there so you aren’t showing so much skin.
You know you are in the living-history world when underwear is an appropriate subject for a blog post. . .