Albrecht's Garb Plan

Albrecht van der Meer, guy with no plan. Party per pale murray and sanguine, a main sable appalmed charged with an increscent argent and five stars of four points argent above. (Could be purpure & gules if needed, and I know my wording on those stars is dead wrong.)

Even though his persona is later period- into the 1500's- most of his garb is earlier than that. He likes a Viking silhouette in his pants, which could easily be replicated later on with late 16th century English looks. He does eventually want a more Shakespearean "rock star" look. Black. He wants black.

2x Pants. For proper pouf I need 50% more crispy bacon; he has a 52" waist, so I was thinking a 54" fabric as my guide would be fine. I want a woolen pair with attached winingas, and a linen pair that are bare below the knee. 2.25 yards of linen, 3.25 yards of wool, 2 yards muslin for lining of lower legs and facing waistbands. I'm also going to need about 6 yards of twill tape to use as drawstrings. Examples for pants, 1, 2, 3.

A short-sleeved tunic. I was thinking gray, so it still looks fine with the colors we'll be choosing for his pants. A quilter's cotton would be fine for that for now. I'm thinking of going really short with the sleeves, though. Maybe even cap sleeves, so that it's like a medieval muscle shirt. With sleeves, I'm looking at about 3.5 yards of gray quilter's cotton. (Retcon, he chose a tawny beige instead of gray.)

I want to order him these boots, and make him a simple black belt pouch, then we'll be good.

Reconciliation

To even understand what I'm saying here, you have to understand that the SCA is not a hobby to me. It's an abusive relationship with Stockholm Syndrome. God I love it, I love it so much, but oh, oh does it make me miserable. A year and a half ago I was expounding on leaving the beast, and now I return- somewhat less than triumphantly. 

I have a couple of friends who are really eager to get into fencing. My kid is old enough for youth combat now. My husband is willing to endure it for the rest of us. I find myself trying again.

Crap, I said I wouldn't do this.