Showing posts with label Declan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Declan. Show all posts

Sunday, December 16, 2012

New Project: Part One, Chemise

The evening of the last post, I did manage to locate my white linen, cut the yardage desired, and launder it.  The next day, I pressed it.

And then the fabric just languished while life--and a few holiday parties--happened.


With some happiness, I can report that the fabric is no longer languishing, and has--in fact--been cut!  The edges of the pieces have all been zig-zagged.  And a few pieces have even be sewn together!

While numerous of my friends would chortle and deride such lack of progress, at least one that I know would/will/and does COMPLETELY understand what an ordeal it can be attempting to sew with a toddler in residence.

Declan fell asleep on our way home from this morning's archery practice.  As my spouse wanted to work on straightening up the garage, we simply let the boy nap while Daddy worked within a few feet of the car.  I took the opportunity to get the dining room transformed into my sewing studio.  I was also able to measure and cut out all the pieces of the chemise before Declan rose.

Once awake, the baby played with Daddy in the garage for a time.  I used the chance to stay-stitch and edge stitch all of the linen pieces.  But soon it was my turn to play parent.

Husband and I traded off similarly for most of the evening, and as of now--I can say that progress has been made!


A few notes about the chemise thus far.  I debated whether to use french seams or flat-felled seams.  I ultimately chose french seams, mainly as I was running dangerously low on white thread.  However, I didn't get too far, so could switch over after a trip to Jo-Ann tomorrow for thread.

Typically, I do neither, instead simply serging or zig-zagging the edges to prevent fraying and pressing the seam open. However, I do want to get back into the habit of creating clothing--not just "garb" or "costumes," and nicely finished seams, particular on items worn close to the skin, feel much nicer.

How to you finish your chemises/underclothes?  Do you have a preference?

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Great Western War 2012

Canvas pavilions, four poster beds, candle-lit evenings under a starry sky....  Yeah, we don't really "rough it."

Declan helps
Last week was our family's annual camping trip to Great Western War.*  As we had Declan to contend with leading up to the event, I was unable to get much done in the way of sewing prior to the war.  I usually like to make at least one new outfit for myself and, if possible, for the spouse.  Alas, not this time.

Our modest home-away-from-home
Despite the lack of new clothing, I still had a good time.  Declan was certainly a handful, but he had such a grand time playing with our friends' children, and generally making a mess of himself.


Playtime!
We arrived on Wednesday afternoon, the same day as most of the other campers in our camping group. The afternoon was spent putting together most of our shared camp.  Raising pavilions, unpacking, setting up our kitchen.  By the time we were finishing up, night was falling so we escaped to a local (well, only a half-hour away) restaurant for dinner.

The following day was rather mellow.  I spent much of it chasing after Declan as he was still getting used to the new surroundings.  Our camping spot bordered the road, sand, and the lake--a LOT for a toddler to avoid.



Fascinating dirt
On Friday, our camp neighbors held a Pas d'Arms tournament.  In years past, my Fin has participated, but he decided to abstain this year in an effort to help keep Declan from trouble.  As much as I missed seeing him fight for the amusement of the gallery, I was very glad to have his help.  Friday is also when my daughter arrived in camp.  While it was only a day and a half that we were apart, it was great to see her again.
Procession


Fin's main goal for the war was to fight again for the Guardians, our Barony's fighting unit.  On Saturday, the Barony of Gyldenholt makes a great show of support to all its fighters, heavy and rapier, by processing onto the field.  Declan rode in a wagon to march with Dad, but lost all patience once we arrived to the fighting field.  Fair enough, I rarely spend much time on the field myself.

Couple of clowns
By Sunday it was time to pack up camp and return to the mundane world.  I did have time take a class on Tudor-era underclothing that morning.  (Thank heavens for the class being offered twice!  I missed the first offering on Saturday as I had the baby.)  The class was so inspiring!  I left with my head absolutely spinning from sewing ideas.

I returned home late Sunday afternoon/early evening exhausted, but happy.  Another great war come and gone...



*The SCA has several multi-day camping events called wars.  One of our local wars is Great Western.