“Man, it’s hot.” Going Greek and beating the heat in the 2-yard chiton.

I live in Trimaris. It is summer. This post is a little punchy. I swear, when I lived here 15 years ago, it wasn't as hot. Granted, I was younger, I had grown up here, and I endured the summers because we were thrown out of the house over school break lest my parents go … Continue reading “Man, it’s hot.” Going Greek and beating the heat in the 2-yard chiton.

Another Bliaut Battle: Why my husband needs to find a new persona before I strangle him with maunche sleeves. (Just kidding.)

I do wear Norman garb, too, even if I don't like to admit it. It's one of those "well, I'm married to one, so I need to look the part sometimes" gigs, much like how he also owns Byzantine garb, to humor me. This post is to help start build content for my Norman Garb … Continue reading Another Bliaut Battle: Why my husband needs to find a new persona before I strangle him with maunche sleeves. (Just kidding.)

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

“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.