Here’s the tunic now:
Looks kind of like Mr. Spock’s shirt, doesn’t it? (That is, if Mr. Spock had gained about 300 lbs.)
It will look less logical (I hope) once I add the trim around the neck piece. That’s a job that’s beyond my skill to do with the machine. I’ll be sitting with needle and thread tonight, so the thing will be ready for the weekend.
Tomorrow I drive down to Story City, Iowa for their Scandinavian Days festival. It’s a small Viking encampment; no fighting will be done. But Story City is the town where my angelic grandmother was born, and also (interestingly) where the grandfather of my publisher, Jerry Nordskog, was born a few years earlier.
Clearly all this was fated from before the foundations of the earth.
So don’t blame me that I won’t be able to post anything tomorrow.
Very handsome—a most excellent shade of blue—and nicely done too. This should make it easier for us to spot you in photographs of sword fights. Thank you for sharing the photos.
Spock could gain 300 pounds because the tug of gravity on the Enterprise isn’t as strong as it is planet-side. But he’d better not beam down too often, might have trouble getting back:
Spock: One to beam up, Mr. Scott.
Scottie: Are you sure? My sensors are reading two or maybe three standing clustered together.
It’s all so clear when you explain it that way!