...this was a thing that happened. At the end of the A&S War Point (which I was an alternate combatant for[1]), their Majesties rolled up to hear the results and congratulate their champions; and then I got called up to be told to go pick a date[2] to sit vigil and consider the question of being made a Companion of the Laurel. I comported myself with all dignity and rectitude throughout, I will have you know.
Then we went back to camp and had scorpion bowls. And cake. They got me a cake!
So, well, good thing I had already started in on my fancy outfit. What terrifies me now is whether my shape/size is going to keep changing betwixt now and then; which is why it's even more important to get the date sorted out. It has to be after Coronation (because Beth and I are on the hook for the Prince's clothes, as mentioned, and that's a big job); and then immediately I'll be away; so basically sometime between late October and...as long as I can stand the suspense. (Obviously a huge number of our peeps come to Mudthaw, but I think if I have to wait for eight months, I might die.) And the later the date, the more likely my shape is going to change, so AAAAAAA.
I also have to take thought to my dashing consort's outfit. I have offers of help with actually making it; but I need to plan out pieces, fabrics, und so weiter. I did actually succeed in making two pairs of braies for him before Pennsic, and of course that nice new shirt, so the underwear layer is taken care of; but the rest bears thinking about. At least, since it's 14th century, there's no goddam pants involved. (I would sort of like to make him a bycocket, but this may not be the absolute best moment to try and learn a new skill.)
"Other than that, how was the play, Mrs. Lincoln?" Well, it was a bit of a tough war; I'm happy to make this my last year of running camp, because I'm just exhausted. Both weeks were wretchedly humid, which really takes it out of me, though at least it was reasonably cool the first week. I did actually make it to two classes I wasn't teaching! And I made a paternoster in one of them, which is an accessory I'd been conspicuously lacking, so that was nice. Also, our excellent Baron was getting knighted, so we had the fun of planning a vigil in our camp behind his back. (Of course that was one of the 90+-degree days, poor guy, but at least we set up his vigil spot next to the tree line.) Oh, and I learned how to do the whipcord braiding thing. Yay, more narrow-wares!
I completed one iteration my dashing consort's full Bocksten outfit: braies (2 pr, one of which he says is too scratchy), shirt as mentioned, coif as mentioned, white linen hose, white linen hood, sand-colored extremely-light wool tunic. And he wore it for both opening ceremonies and for the War Point (i.e., me getting called into court), and I presented the ensemble at the A&S display as "Bocksten Man in a Time of Climate Change".
Now, on the topic - we had the felicity of post-Pennsic dinner with Master José, who was rocking his full early-17thc. glory in the hot weather; and his experience was that having a wool garment over his linen underthings was the absolute most comfortable. And importantly, not a very light wool (like what I made the aforementioned tunic out of), but one with some, in his word, sponginess; that it made a big difference in the wicking action. So that's an interesting angle and I want to explore it next year.
For my own clothes: both the gowns (the pink GFD and the lavender kirtle) that I took in still feel too big, but everyone said they looked fine. I could take the pink one in again, but it was a right fucking PITA to do that for the kirtle and I don't know if I could face doing so. We'll see. I do want to smock the green apron I made to wear with the kirtle, though; I don't like the look of the giant rectangle of green across my front. We can be a bit more elegant, I think. (I also need help on How To Arrange Your Own Partlet.)
For works in progress; during various lazy time, I also finished one half of my consort's madder-wool hose. I have the lining for his light woolen hood cut out, too, but not made up; and I'm nearly done with one leg of my white linen hose. And, I have his ochre linen hose and my burgundy wool hose cut out as well. So that will be some nice small pieces to work on in upcoming spare time HAW HAW HAW HAW.
Today I'm hoping to re-center and triage all the upcoming work (not just sewing specifically, but brain and planning, of which there is a lot). I lost most of this past week to work wharrgarbl[3] and a nice case of John of Gaunt's Revenge that I came back from war with; living on beige food does not leave a lot of energy or drive, I can tell you, and what little I had was entirely consumed by le job. Feeling mostly myself today, though, so here we go.
[1] all the attention and none of the pressure!
[2] Usually, Writs are for people who hate surprises and want time to absorb the info/get a new outfit together/etc. In this case it was because my friends figured, not wrongly, that there were too many conflicting priorities and it would be better if I was involved in choosing the date. They promise there will be other surprises on Der Tag.
[3] Lots of things went along quite well while I was gone. Some...did not. And some UXBs were clearly timed to go off when I returned.
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