I don't usually talk men's clothes on here, because, well. I don't sew men's clothes. I have very little idea how to. It's true--complete weakness of mine.
So when my husband needed a new regimental coat, I did what any self-respecting but clueless-on-the-matter-at-hand seamstress would do.
I traded sewing work with a friend who tailors men's clothes impeccably.
So the only thing about the New Coat that I had any hand in was...
...the buttonholes.
No, you know what? The Buttonholes. Capitalized. These things were an insane amount of work:
Officer's coats had decorate long-work buttonholes done in silk twist (aptly named, let me assure you). There are twenty-some on this coat. Each took me, once I got proficient, somewhere in the neighborhood of forty-five minutes each.
But he cuts a dashing figure in the end:
And if I ever want my own riding habit, I'd need to know how to do these boogers anyway.
