Arrighty then,
I finally got off my fat a**, boxed up the fabric and a sample shirt that fits me, along with some Coin of the Realm, a card of Olde Fashyndde looking buttons and a spool of matching thread then sent it via dead horse express to a highly recommended seamstress.
The waiting game begins anew. When I've recieved the shirt, I'll put it on with my spiffy buckskin pants and have my foteygraf made. Then I'll struggle manfully to get it on here without breaking anything.
I'll likely wear it to the Cascade Mountain Men Spring Show in far-off exotic Monroe, WA. That ought to tone up the doin's some.
Three Hawks