Tudor stash frock
I started this dress a couple of months ago, because I needed a lighter weight Tudor outfit to wear for storytelling. The idea was to make it from my stash, which I almost but not quite managed – I blew a tenner on silk to make the belt.
It was all handsewn. The yellow kirtle is a heavy damask linen I’ve had for donkey’s years, and the overdress a silk/wool mix that I bought many years ago and dyloned – interestingly I got exactly the same colour(you can barely tell them apart) on a piece of wool twill that I recently dyed in the waste bath of two batches f cochineal and logwood that I threw together to use up.
the trim is very simple silk tablet weaving.
The collar has my first, rather primitive attempt at drawn thread work
I’ve never liked slashing very much, but thought I’d try to change my own mind by trying it. I don’t think I have – after over a month I’m still pretty much hating these.
You’ll have to forgive how downright grumpy I look in these pictures (I tried to crop my head out wherever possible) as it might be pmt, but I’m pretty much hating this dress at the moment (apart from the smock, which I love). Mostly I pretty much loathe both lots of sleeves, specially the oversleeves, which are far too disney princess for my liking, and make me look even more broad shouldered than I actually am – which is fairly broad shouldered.
Oh, and also because I thought I’d give pink a go, and I don’t think pink and I have made friends either.
Forgive the shoes, I forgot to bring my tudor ones
I do like the shirt though
I also made a necklace from silver and pearls – I’ll try and remember to get it gilded next time I get some stuff done
As you can see I used the smaller pearls at the back where they won’t show, as I’m a bit short of the bigger ones and they’re expensive.
Gareth hates this necklace. Well, he hates all jewellery, but thinks this is specially hideous and chavvy. He refused to go to the shops with me when I tried it on a few weeks ago.
I was thinking of wearing this at Tatton in a few weeks time, but the way I’m feeling about it at the moment it’s going to stay in the wardrobe until I have no choice but to wear it