Panic and the Hutt.

Using my last days before heading off to the Medieval Week on Gotland sweating by the sewing machine is kind of tradition by now. I’ve done it every year I’ve gone to Gotland so far; all seven of them actually (the seventh being this year - my first was in 2005). I’d like to say I’ve perfected panic-driven sewing. It’s down to an art.
I’ve made a liripipe hood in wool and a dress in cotton since Monday. The cotton dress might come to use if the weather’s sunny. My new hood has button running down the front and is mostly hand-sewn - which includes the buttons. I’ve wanted one for years and one’s got to go serious at some point.