The BC16 is in the Hoggetowne Medieval Faire again this year, but playing a different character than he did in 2012. Thus he needed a shirt – a white, poet-style shirt – to wear under his tunic. As luck (if by luck, you mean my foresight in snapping up a crapload of patterns about 10 years ago at a Joann’s annual pattern sale, where all patterns were marked down to $1) would have it, I had exactly the pattern on hand:
I was pretty sure I had the white cloth on hand, in my room somewhere or in the Rubbermaid footlocker that holds my stash of fabric. (Don’t judge me! Surely everyone who sews more than the occasional hem has found himself or herself at the fabric clearance table, checking out the bargains and taking a few home for use later. Right? Right.)
In fact, I was so sure I had the stuff right at hand that I didn’t even look until around 10 p.m. last night. And by 10:30, I’d come to the conclusion that perhaps that particular procrastination had not been not my best idea, especially given that last night was my only full night off between now and the faire, and I really needed to sew the darned thing last night/this morning.
Why? Because I couldn’t find the fabric, of course.
I did find all sorts of other things I’d been missing or could use (my purple underdress, one of Cupcake’s long fingerless mitts, an unopened 20-pack of AA batteries, a “go bag” of OTC medicines, etc.), but the white fabric was nowhere to be found. At least not in my bedroom.
The hubs and I braved the dark and went to the storage room attached to the garage, wherein we found not only the fabric I’d originally wanted, but also a more suitable one… and some pink eyelet I want to use to make another Cupcake underdress (perhaps next week).
I started cutting the shirt pieces out around 1 a.m. and finished the shirt at 9:30. (I’d probably have finished it earlier, but I did take time out to eat, use the bathroom, do a load of laundry (note to self: get clothes out of dryer), and pet and feed the kitties. (Whew!)
Here’s the result:
He might want a button/loop combo for the collar and probably elastic for the sleeves bottoms, in which case I’ll oblige and rephotograph it for your pleasure. It will not happen this morning, however, as he is at school and I am soon headed to bed. (Yes, work tonight.)
Next up: a pair of bloomers for my sister wench Cherri Tart to wear this weekend… also at the faire. That way she can give Cupcake back the black ones she borrowed last year… and Cupcake can hike up her skirts like a “proper” faire wench (i.e., without flashing her nethers).
I’ll be cutting out Cherri’s bloomers tomorrow morning (after tonight’s work) and sewing them Friday, when I’ll be staying up late in the day to switch my sleep schedule, so I can work the faire without suffering too badly from sleep deprivation.
In the meantime, there’s been no knitting and, no, I haven’t finished the pink ruffled baby cardi. Truth is, I just don’t like the buttons I have, and I don’t want to dislike the result. Still, if I don’t get on with the gettin’ one, it’ll be too warm and/or the baby girl will be too big for the thing! Ah, the trials and tribulations of a picky knitter.