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Jul. 3rd, 2014 01:03 amOn the plate this evening is the beginning of sewing my own clothes for Pennsic. Last year I lost a tunic mid-vacation thanks to that weird "we're just going to shred when you aren't looking" linen game and my night dress had come to the end of its usable life. I shed a tear over the loss of the night-rail. I loved that thing.
I've decided to attempt tackling dels again. I've made two - one of wool that I didn't care for and gave to Bossman since it fits his chest better than my own, and the other I modified by stitching up the sides so even though it appeared to have an overlapping front, it didn't really. That way I could get it to cover my chest in a manner conducive to modesty. That particular 'del' was the first item of clothing I'd had go the way of the shredding-linen surprise1 and I never tried making another. I did love that del.
So I am going to be approaching my cutting table with trepidation and yet not too much - because if all else fails, I can stitch the danged neck openings to stay where I want them to on a permanent basis. But first I'm going to sew a new nightie. It is going to be of cotton flannel plaid, merely because it appears that I've already cut the thing out. Whether or not it is actually my camping gown will depend on my sense of aesthetics... I haven't a stitch of cotton garb left, barring certain bloomers made of silly fabric that no one will ever see. People will see my night-rail, though, during early morning trips to the porta-johns, so I may end up just using it at home and making a different one for Pennsic.
I was going to be sewing clothes for a sweet little boy but someone else beat me to it (or rather, they forged ahead while I was waiting on news about the parent's plans to attend) so he doesn't need anything from me now. I shall have to hold off on the "spiderman medieval tunic" until he outgrows his new stuff. Just as well since it will have to have long sleeves.
1 I have since learned that this comes about by disasters in dyeing, which are acerbated by our washing and drying processes. Apparently, it hits dark-dyed linens more often than lighter-dyed ones, and I'd wager that the source of the fabric means a lot - although we, as the end-customers, may not actually know from whence the store purchases the lot.
[EDIT: Perhaps, instead of sewing, I took the time to finally read all 300 or so messages waiting for me on the SCA-Heralds and Submission-Heralds email lists.]
I've decided to attempt tackling dels again. I've made two - one of wool that I didn't care for and gave to Bossman since it fits his chest better than my own, and the other I modified by stitching up the sides so even though it appeared to have an overlapping front, it didn't really. That way I could get it to cover my chest in a manner conducive to modesty. That particular 'del' was the first item of clothing I'd had go the way of the shredding-linen surprise1 and I never tried making another. I did love that del.
So I am going to be approaching my cutting table with trepidation and yet not too much - because if all else fails, I can stitch the danged neck openings to stay where I want them to on a permanent basis. But first I'm going to sew a new nightie. It is going to be of cotton flannel plaid, merely because it appears that I've already cut the thing out. Whether or not it is actually my camping gown will depend on my sense of aesthetics... I haven't a stitch of cotton garb left, barring certain bloomers made of silly fabric that no one will ever see. People will see my night-rail, though, during early morning trips to the porta-johns, so I may end up just using it at home and making a different one for Pennsic.
I was going to be sewing clothes for a sweet little boy but someone else beat me to it (or rather, they forged ahead while I was waiting on news about the parent's plans to attend) so he doesn't need anything from me now. I shall have to hold off on the "spiderman medieval tunic" until he outgrows his new stuff. Just as well since it will have to have long sleeves.
1 I have since learned that this comes about by disasters in dyeing, which are acerbated by our washing and drying processes. Apparently, it hits dark-dyed linens more often than lighter-dyed ones, and I'd wager that the source of the fabric means a lot - although we, as the end-customers, may not actually know from whence the store purchases the lot.
[EDIT: Perhaps, instead of sewing, I took the time to finally read all 300 or so messages waiting for me on the SCA-Heralds and Submission-Heralds email lists.]
