Slow slow progress
In between naps, many naps, I’ve done some sewing.
There are many more panels in there than I would normally go with. This is because I’d usually allow more than three metres of broadcloth for a full length early medieval tunic dress, but this piece was a remnant of a little less than three metres, so I had to cut creatively to get the best use. In the words of the tailor of Gloucester there’s not enough left for tippets for mice
It’s an absolutely gorgeous wool, beautifully finished ( I had to invisibly mend a tiny tear near the hem) but not the easiest thing to sew as it’s rather tough and resists the needle somewhat.
Speaking of which, can I just reiterate how much I love flat fell seams? Every time I bake I conclude that eggs are magic, and every time I construct a wool garment I fall in love all over again with flat fell seams.
I was going to continue the upper stripe around the shoulder, but I’d leave it till last because it will use up the short lengths of silk from the skirt, but now I’m looking at the photo and thinking it looks nice as it is. I might have to ponder, maybe try it on and look in the mirror. I’m planning four stripes around the skirt and I’ve started basting the first into place.
The oddest things come in handy when you’re sewing – I’m using the piece of plywood I keep for wet stretching embroidery to prevent myself from basting two layers of skirt together. I’m doing one stripe at a time because I find ironing the edges of the silk strips so boring.