Which makes me extremely happy, but presents me with some unexpected dilemmas.
So on one hand, I have officially dropped 12 lbs. (I still have 7 more to go, but things are looking up.)
The bad news is, a lot of my clothes now look like they belong to someone else. Someone not my size. And the worst part is, some of them are my favorite clothes.
Oh, the pain!
Now, for good news again. Shopping for my new size is a nice reward.
But the bad news is, what's the point? If I keep losing weight, those clothes will have to be discarded too.
I guess I will continue to wear whatever clothes I can get away with without looking like one of the Olsen twins, until I cannot wear them anymore.
And then there is the SCA garb . . .
At this point, I know that my bodice petticoats will have to be altered, lest my girls suffer from slippage, which is not cool. I believe I will do that closer to Pennsic, so I don't have to do it twice. As for my new wool doublet and breeches, which were getting loose at Night on the Town on the very ocassion of their debut, I have no intention of making any alterations until next Fall. Same goes for my plum gown, the one I wore at KASF when I got my Laurel.
It's not like I will be wearing wool again any time soon.
But this poses another question: I really, really want to start some more garb projects. However, given that what I do is 16th Century French, and that those clothes are very structured and have to fit perfectly to your body, I am not sure that starting that would be a good idea right now.
I hate altering clothes.
I think that I am going to stick to embroidery for the time being.
That and some new chemises. Those are much more forgiving than boned bodies.
But I likey the bodies! I wanna some new ones!
Hmmm . . . the solution may be in starting them now, hand sew the channels, which will take forever anyway, and then do the fitting when I feel that I have reached my target weight.
Too small bodies are okay, as you can always adjust even if you have a gap.
Too big bodies, not so much.
(See note on slippage of girls.)
Oh, the pain!
But I'm feeling real good.
And now, back to work.
I hear the whip cracking.