18th century clothes, Brigade of the American Revolution, fringe, hunting frock, Monmouth 235th, Monmouth NJ, preparations, Reenacting, Revolutionary War, sewing, uniforms
Cassandra doesn’t like wearing uniforms and bayonets. She wants to wear a dress. She will have to be patient. (Actually, she is wearing a chintz jacket in need of a hem, and if I revolt against buttonholes, I might finish that tonight. More fringe must be made this evening for the hunting frock.)
I switched to Mr S’s overalls for awhile, and we’ve done the first fitting, which gets us to buttonholes and then re-basting the inseam and outseam. In the process, I discovered that he does, in fact, have a twisty leg. I do not think it is statistically probable that the two pairs of overalls I have cut for him and the pair cut by Mr Cooke would all include the same slightly on the bias leg. So I reversed my plans to get those done, and will stick with getting them to fitting number two. They will need a master’s hand and eye for fitting.
But I think I have a plan for food for Monmouth, have confessed to Mr S that, based on the Monmouth sutler list, we must leave room in the car for possible additions to the Strategic Fabric Reserve, and have convinced the child to try learning a new song on the drum. I also started a new pocket, but I’m not sure if my hands can take the backstitching. Slipstitching and whipstitching aren’t too painful, but backstitching proved quite painful last night. It’s totally annoying, because it’s pointless to post a photo until it’s done and right-side out!
But this will be a panicky, intense week of samplers, reference, grant applications, and event prep. I suppose that’s not too different from many other weeks…though the last time I had this combination, we were only going to Sturbridge. I took comfort in the idea of how close we were to home, the way the cat knows how long it takes to dash to the basement when the doorbell rings. From Monmouth, it’s a long way back to my own basement.
Nancy N said:
Thanks for this blog, given the whirlwind at your house! Tell Cassandra she has much company. Right now my unnamed battered tween-sized dummy (don’t ask– she was free) is happy in the pink and gold Elizabethan bodice, but she’s about to be engulfed in the dark green doublet any day now, once I work out where the trim goes. Then she will have a grim look–oh, yeah, but she doesn’t have a face, so suck it up nameless battered tweenster!
Hard to figure how these headless forms have expressions, but they do! Cassandra will get a reprieve, but when we’re back from Monmouth, she’s about to get wool broadcloth for several months. Lucky her!
Nancy N said:
WOOL BROADCLOTH in JUNE! wooo hoo! Good thing these sawdust lovelies have zero body fat, eh?