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| that sleeve is not actually attached. shhh |
I've been minimally functional the last several days of lurgy, at least enough to do eyelets; and by diligent application (and pseudoephedrine, and bingeing on The Crown) I got them done this evening with enough time to lace up the gown and throw on Ye Fifteen-Yeare-Olde Surcoat on top and see how we're doing.
A few observations:
- Although I cut out the silk to the pattern fit to me last summer, and although according to my monthly body measurements I'm the same dimensions now as I was then, this is really tight koff koff. I am guessing this is the unforgivability of silk.
- Somehow the two front panels and their gore ended up a good 2" shorter than the rest of the hem, which is otherwise pretty consistent. How the hell that happened I do not know.
- God, I need some decent aglets on my lacing cords.
- The standy-out-ness of the fake fur is all wrong; it needs to be moved in. Possibly the side gates need to be cut in a little further entirely, at that.
- I also don't like the cheapie fake fur I used, period; but I don't know if I can easily/quickly get my hands on anything better.
- My intent was to pull the cheapie buttons off the front, and just wear the very lovely (and large) èmail en ronde bosse brooch my dashing consort got me at the top center; but I don't know if there will be obvious marks left behind, because stupid cotton velvet.
- The ideal (and period) solution would be an ermine placket. Anyone selling ermine? *hollow laughter*
- Not sure if I should cut the neckline a little lower, to be closer to the line of the under-dress.
All in all I'm increasingly unsure I'll be able to get everything done in time for Mudthaw, which is two weeks from yesterday--I lose most of next weekend to family affairs, and I promised to make stuff for the bake sale, and make a favor for the youth fighting, and and and. It may end up another bourgeois outing, after all.
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