Okay, that was a little…manic.
It’s been a long time since we last met, friends. Here I am to bore you to tears with another sewing project. Like last time, you stand a really good chance of seeing me mangle myself, the English language, and – no doubt – some perfectly good, unsuspecting fabric.
I know what you’re thinking; you’re thinking, “Saints preserve us, Bob, I’m after thinkin’ that’s a wee bit too complicated for you!” Because you’re Irish all of a sudden, and talk like half a Pat & Mike cross-talk act.
Yeah, it is rather more complicated than the long, straight lines of the peasant attire. A 15th-century doublet is fitted, much more fitted than a baggy old tunic. It’s got a tall collar and sleeves with big balls on the shoulder and has to keep your pants up.
But I shall persevere, cousins, and you shall witness it.