67) The day after

I found the coif; it was in the Pile Of Stuff on the stairs, official status 'waiting to be put away', where it had been for the last fortnight.

The day went awesomely.  I finished pretty much *everything*, except the lacing holes in my sleeves.  The lack of this half-hour job meant that my sleeves were falling down all day, and, by the end of the afternoon, had pulled my shift sleeves down with them, so I was sporting the off-the-shoulder wench look.  Not my favourite, but I don't think many other people noticed.

I talked myself hoarse, and still have a badly sore throat.  This means I did my job well, and I am Pleased.

I have but a single photograph, snagged from Bob and Katy's photostream (I used to work with Bob!  Thanks, Bob!):

Yes, my sleeves are falling down.  I am knackered.  More to follow.

Comments

[Tempewytch]

aaaaand relax!!

It sounds as though it was a good day (will they call on you again?), are you going to finish the lacings off in case you need that costume again? You will have to tell me all about it in detail soon *grin*

[Karen P]

Costume is fab Ota and nothing wrong with the saucy wench look LOL!!!

Looks like you had a fab day.

[Shannon B]

Ha! I LOVE the coif and hat! The whole costume is wonderful actually.

[gayle]

Looks great from here!
I'm glad everything went well and you had fun. Sounds like it was worth all the effort.

[Sharon]

Still, all things considering, I think the costume came off very well - so sorry about your antibiotics run in. Sounds a little like my Prednisone experience. I'd have to buy a whole new spinning wheel in order to do reinactments, or so I tell myself.