How in the name of Helge Ingstad did it get to be the beginning of June already?
It feels like it was winter a couple weeks ago.
Actually, that’s not far from correct. It’s been a hard-fought spring.
Deborah asked for pictures of my tunic project.
Encouraging me is the first mistake.
Here’s a link to my Viking group’s instructions for making Viking clothing. The instructions I followed aren’t precisely these ones, but they’re essentially the same.
Pictures below the fold.
Here’s where I am at this precise moment in time (not to be confused with this precise moment in space).
The side gussets are narrower than in the instructions in the .pdf, but I really don’t want a whole lot of flare.
This is a close-up of the neck area, showing (very unsatisfactorily) the keyhole backing piece. Sorry it’s so faint. I could probably highlight the hems and stitching through a skillful use of indirect lighting, but I’m no better a photographer than I am a seamstress.
I’ll post tonight’s progress tomorrow.
Wouldn’t a male seamstress be a “seamster”?
A good, manly word. Which no one would understand.
I thought a male seamstress was a tailor, an old time honored profession.
Even better! Especially if you’re Tim Tailor, with the world record for sewing needle punctures.