I even chose a name. "Isolda Fairamay". Isolda is a derivative of "Isolde" from the legend of "Tristan and Isolde". It also means "fair skinned or fair haired". Fairamay was chosen because I thought it sounded good with the first name and comes from pretty much the same time period. It means "fair friend", which I am proud to say I am!
So, Isolda Fairamay was born!
Interesting how suddenly I was immersed so deeply into all this isn't it?
I then proceeded to make new outfits for both myself and my daughter. Yes, you heard it...more sewing of clothes! More patterns! But I would "need" to do this to be ready for the next event, you see. I couldn't very well turn up as a 12th-14th century English woman in a Roman dress now could I?
A photo of me in my new outfit:
And I have to admit something here. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, Hell had indeed frozen over...I actually enjoyed making those clothes! I enjoyed it so much I almost had an identity crisis over the whole thing. Am I still a fabric artist if I am enjoying making clothes instead of pieces of art? I supppose the clothes themselves ARE pieces of art...which is likely why I enjoyed making them. But still, I wouldn't want to be known as a "seamstress"...ugh! Even now I still hate that term. Hmmm, we'll have to work on that one.