Look–that little bugger is back.  I think the number is actually pretty far off on the low side, but I need to keep digging though notes to correct it.  And either way, the next couple of weeks should really add to the count.  I love knowing that I’ve handsewn at least a fifth of a mile in the last few years.  Me and my little gold stars.

I’m Mississippi bound, and this time Scott is coming with me.  We’re heading to one of the coolest living history events I’ve ever been to.  Don’t get me wrong–I love our Celtic summer camp, but I love it in spite of its biggest failings: the heat, the terrain, the bugs, the flooding, and the legions of people who care less about history and more about annoying me with their piss poor research and slack encampments and bad taste.

That last bit–my slip was showing, wasn’t it?

In preparation for the trip, I’m sewing many many garments.  I need a couple of things to go along with some jewelry I picked up last year, and Scott has also become much more interested in Scandinavian history and needs more wool for cold weather events.  Our legitimate needs for a couple of new things was compounded by my current obsession with using up supplies.  Once the cutting table came out, I got a little scissor happy.  In addition to our new garments, I’m also making a couple of dresses for one friend, and some pants for another friend, and some alterations on something glorious for Richard, and I’m also doing a bit of small weaving and making a hat or two. You know how it goes. And since I’m focusing on clothing for a later period, more Northern culture, I’ve been burying myself in research, all of which makes me want to sew more and buy foreign language books and pester the hell out of friends who are expert in different cultures so I can keep on the right track.

When all is said and done, the burst of creativity has helped me make a huge dent in the fabric and yarn stash. Since I started keeping track in September, I’ve used 98 and 1/4 yards of fabric and 5,334 yards of yarn. Just since my last tally a couple of weeks ago, that’s 20 yards of fabric and 550 of yarn. All of which made me want to track down those records of my handsewing.  I have a pile of stuff to hand-finish, and I will probably do some mending for friends while we’re camping, and I may even catch some untallied hems of mine wandering about.  If only Scot Viking could come up with a pretty historically-accurate measuring tape for me . . . .

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