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The Chick and I have had a very productive week. We made 3 corsets in just as many days, those 6 farthingales, and yesterday I got 3 square-necked chemises done and 2 attached-sleeve partletts completed. Not to mention other paid work. As Marti Potter commented previously, it has been a sweatshop here at Chez Larue.
But you must also take time to play. And last night we did just that, in our period underwear, with chocolate, occasionally on my front lawn. We got lots of car honks and whistles, and had a splendid time. We also got measurements, but that's the dull part. Let's look at the photographic evidence, shall we?
Our Bloody Mary in her pretty princess farthingale with pink ribbons. (All farthingales wound up being slightly different, so as to tell them apart.)
The Chick, aka Katherine Howard, aka "She hath done wondrous naughty" showing off her sultry side. (I ran out of cream ribbon on her farthingale and had to put in some blue.)
Marti Potter, wearing my old hoop, looking very queenly as QE1. The tank top is very period appropriate.
The excellent Mechanical Man, husband of Ms. Potter, who came to our aid and fixed a piece of jewelry for the Chick's girdle.
Yes, he really did use a hacksaw.
Miss George, aka Katherine Parr, sans corset, in her rainbow farthingale. It is my favorite one. Needs to be shortened, though. And somehow TraynerShayne missed having her own individual picture taken. Hmm.
Gluten-Free C, aka Jane Seymour, rocking the square neck chemise and corset combo. She arrived late from a wedding reception and missed out on the group photos.
Speaking of group photos, it all started innocently enough:
Note the jewelry that matches the portraits being worn by the correct Queen. Sniff. It looks so nice.
However, things quickly went awry:
Because nothing says historically accurate Renaissance like the RAWK sign.
Then it all just went downhill.
Showing off their bloomers. Then TraynerShayne got into the act, and they did the "Wench Posse" gang sign, which is one hand pretending to hold a needle, and the other as a pair of scissors.
Because we are nerdy that way.
I don't know what the Chick is doing to poor George there. Its just better to not know, I think. Also? Trayner did not have her bloomers with her, and instead chose to show off her smashing yoga pants.
This might be the part where we got honked at by passersby.
All in all an excellent evening of fun, (historically accurate) fashion, and friends. Now the Chick and I just need to get down to making the dresses.
Don't worry, we have a spreadsheet.
GO WENCH POSSE! WOO!
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