late night sew-fest
it's 4 AM, and I just finished a St. Louis shirt. It fits perfectly, just barely form-fitting (an encouragement to lose weight). I rule!
Living in the dorms affords me precious little time behind the sewing machine. I only get to sew when I go home to Bakersfield, and am able to pry myself from my other responsibilities and projects in-home and around town. I take pride in the fact that most of the garb I wear I've sewn myself, but this leaves me with little to wear. As one of my goals is to go to Pennsic (http://www.pennsicwar.org
) this year, I need to sew garb. Lots of it. Quickly.
In the meantime, Caid's 12th Night is this Saturday. For the newbies in the class, 12th Night is a holiday-ish celebration involving a very long Royal Court, shopping galore and a large feast. The way most Caidans celebrate 12th Night is by making and wearing new, fancy garb. While I don't have elaborate damasks, brocades and silks, I do have fine linen and soft, beautiful wool. So what I sew this week will be worn at 12th Night:
St. Louis shirt (side gores) - undyed linen
Bocksten tunic - forest green wool
Surcoat - cranberry wool
Pants - yeah right. Sweatpants, probably. Or maybe lounge pants. I'm afraid of sewing pants.
So far, all I have is the shirt. I can whip out the surcoat quickly. I'll do that first, in case I don't finish the Bocksten before the 8th. With luck and focus, I can have that done in less than a day, leaving me all week to complete the tunic.
Yes, it's lots of work. Yes, it's tedious, and at times I want to tear all fabric in my general area to its component threads. But it's that point when the garment you've been working on is complete, and you put it on for the first time, and feel yourself transported to the turn of the 14th century...I wouldn't trade it for the world. Current Mood: sewing fiend