Dressing the husband: Variations to the Manazan Cave Tunic

I barely sew men's Byzantine clothing. I know where to look, where to point friends, but for the most part, I personally haven't touched it.┬áMy husband is a Norman. He wears riding tunics, and basic linen gored tunics with keyhole necklines. He likes them, and looks good in them. His complexion and appearance echoes Anna … Continue reading Dressing the husband: Variations to the Manazan Cave Tunic

How I became a liturgist: The Coronation Ordo of Brennan III and Caoilfhionn III

In November, I was asked (or rather, crashed a Facebook convo) regarding the new Eastern heirs coronation wishes. Byzantine! Having worked with the couple before for their first coronation (wherein I was a spooky Vestal Virgin reading a scary prophecy) I knew that their love of display and theater is something that I had missed … Continue reading How I became a liturgist: The Coronation Ordo of Brennan III and Caoilfhionn III

“Protect ya neck!” Or, how Anna learned to hide Gieffrei’s delicate collarbones.

[Yes, the woman who named her site after a VNV Nation song just dropped a Wu Tang reference. Not even sorry.] My husband has a huge head and a normal neck. Those of us who sew know what this means, it means a gaping maw of a neckline that shows off the Norman's delicate ginger … Continue reading “Protect ya neck!” Or, how Anna learned to hide Gieffrei’s delicate collarbones.