The third week of November is "BAM" - Bordermarch Autumn Melees, now called War of the Rams. It's a five-day event in the middle of east Texas, and it's usually wet and cold...and a TON of fun.
In 2020 and 2021, my Pandemic Project was an all-new Viking wardrobe - two new serks and three new apron dresses. By the time the Pandemic blew (mostly) over and we were free to hold SCA events again, however, I'd gained enough weight that exactly NONE of my new dresses fit, so earlier this year I rushed to make two new serks and two new apron dresses that would work for me (the teal one that I've never blogged about (oops), and the blue herringbone).
However, in August I started hitting the calorie-reduction and daily-walking bits as hard as I could, and I'm pleased to say that I've lost about 25lb since then - enough that I can fit into all of my Viking clothes, both the pandemic projects and the new pieces, as well as some older apron dresses that I spiffed up in 2020 and have never worn since.
So, I've been spending my spare time in fixing up these older new dresses. All of my newer Viking clothing is seamed on the sewing machine and then finished by hand, and constructed in as period-correct a way as I can make them. Except the older new dresses weren't - some of them were hemmed on the machine, so I'm picking the hems out and re-doing them by hand to make them look a bit better. I did the same with my serks, which were all made entirely by machine - I picked out all the necklines, hemlines, and cuffs, and re-did them by hand in either a herringbone stitch (on the inside, which looks like a running stitch from the outside), or a running stitch.
linen serk with new neckline stitching |
All of my clothing is ready for BAM, and all of my packing is as pre-packed as I can make it, and I still have a week and a half to go. So I'll be re-hemming dresses, ironing things, and working on various crochet projects until then. I can't wait!
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