20 June 2010

When a door closes. . .


Well, plans for attending this year's Otakon have collapsed. Sad. . . but I have won a consolation of some sorts – promises from the boyfriend to dress up for the local Renaissance fair this year. This year, I have my eye on making and wearing a traditional dress that could date late Tudor/ early Elizabethan. My dress isn't based on any particular painting, but I have been crawling around the web and library for inspiration!

Luckily, I already have a farthingale and pair of bodies, and even a pretty snood so I don't have to remake any of that (whoo) – but I do need a new smock, underskirt, sleeves, partlet, and – of course, a dress. If I have time, I'd also like to make an atifet and new cloak to wear with my gown (normally I attend the faire in the fall and it can get chilly!).

So, I have already got what I think at this point is most of the needed fabric – sans trims and whatever I've managed to have forgotten. Now deep down inside I pine for a purple gown – but I also know that one is not supposed to technically wear purple unless you're nobility. One can dress above one's station, but boldly wearing purple, ala Anne Boleyn, seems a bad move. Ah the days when I could feign ignorance. . . To keep in line, I have chosen a satin of a wine colour (that could appear purple in the right light) for the gown, a brown brocade for the underskirt, and a white organza for my partlet.

Now, I couldn't completely dismiss purple from my dress! So I'm going to make a purple smock (with white sleeves – hee hee) and a purple bum roll. If I felt like it and/or had the time/need/money for it, I'd also make a purple corset and farthingale. Maybe someday. . .

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