Christmas tree has finally been taken down, as well as the creche. Everything has found its way to the shed, including my new oven for my ceramic/dolls projects. I could expound on all of the house stuff that was done, but I don't want to bore you to tears. It includes taxes and other paperwork and I don't want my readers jumping out of the window.
I do like to keep my friends.
On the costuming part, I have been reaffirmed in my belief that making trunkhose is a pain in the butt. Personally, I am a venetians girl, but I wanted to have some winter breeches and I had a lot of wool so trunkhose it was. After much fitting, refitting, cartridge pleating and cursing, the pants are done, and all they need is buttons. That should be done by the end of this week, so I can start working on the doublet.
For the record, cartridge pleating and cursing are two of my favorite activities. It is the fitting and refitting that drives me up the wall, particularly when we are talking about breeches that will be used for fighting and that have to fit just so.
But they have pocketses, so it will all be okay.
Yay for pocketses!
Sunday, the reasdream came over for fitting. It was a Tudor corset and we had a blast. For the record, I don't have a problem fitting other people. I can do that in a jiffy and stuff looks -- and fits -- good. It is my own stuff that I curse about, but there's no helping it.
At any rate, we gave her "Tudor boobs" as she so eloquently puts it, and the corset fits her like a charm. I can't wait to see the finished product, with gown and other accoutrements. It will be lovely.
And that's it for now. Must get to back to the Salt Mines.
I can hear the whip cracking.