The Dream Skirt
Let me introduce to you a project years in the making and yet completed in one day: A fabric that would only allow me to turn it into one thing and a costume event that finally made me make it. This might be qualified to be called my dream skirt. Honestly, I don't know how long this fabric has been in my stash, nor do I know where I got it (probably a thrift store). It is a tan, blue, and green plaid flannel cotton, and I have nine yards of it. There is only one thing that can be thought about with nine yards of plaid, but sadly the fabric is printed and not woven, and so my lady kilt (AKA Arasaid) will have to wait. The fabric still screamed skirt, and not just a little skirt either: a large, floor-length, flowing, as many yards as I can fit, skirt. One of the things I loved about mid-19th century reenacting was the huge, flowing, floor-length skirts. Even if they were plain or simple, I felt like a princess. Yet simple they are. Styled right, a skirt like that could be used for
