Doin' de Gheyn, Vol. 4
Well, friends, we're back from Gulf Wars! It was a long - okay, interminable - ride home in the Halve Maen, but not too boring: songs were sung, stories told, deep conversations had, and all was well.
Now I'm back, I've got even more impetus to get to brass tacks with this damn project. I did a little 'fence while at Gulf Wars, and had a blast! Good friends, good foes, good times. I fought under contract for Gleann Abheann, and had a considerable amount of fun making new friends.
What I noticed, however, was that I need new clothes. BADLY. There were n00bs out there better dressed than ME.
And that, O my children, simply cannot be permitted.
Robin was kind enough to take some measurements so I could get started. Remember last post when I talked about clothes for SCA fencing? Here's a practical demonstration.
Since I'm building my RH111 doublet over my modern fencing jacket, I need to confirm measurements. First, Robin measured me over just a t-shirt (because that's what I wear under my jacket). We took chest and waist.
The good news is I'm still a 43" chest.
The bad news is I've grown into a superfatted poop with a 40+" natural waist.
What's even more depressing is how smug Robin looks upon discovering the news.
Note to self: MOAR XRCISE, FATTY!
Waitaminnit - maybe this will lead to more 'fence. Fencing is exercise. Ooo. I like this kind of vicious circle!
Then I donned my three-weapons jacket and we took another set of measurements. And boy! Am I glad we did.
I figured I'd pick up an inch, tops. Turns out I picked up two inches on the chest and one on the waist!
Next time I'll take you through the beginning of the Breeches - they're more simple than the Doublet, so I'm going to start there and get my bearings before moving on.
See you then!