Whilst on my travels over the weekend, I happened upon a great fabric trader in ye olde town of Eye. The ladies were extremely helpful and understanding that, I, Thadeus Basil-Snapper the Third was devoid in the tweed waistcoats stakes and that something should be done forthwith.
Finding an awesome remnant - no not Mr Munro Tweeder-Harris, but a fine piece of tweed, I proceeded to trawl the establishment for a pattern with which to create a veritable garment of great splendour.
Finding a pattern of worth, I procured the twine, buttons and silk to complete the project.
Awaiting daylight the next day, I arose and brought out the mechanical wonder that is the sewing machine and set to work.
I marked out the shapes from the pattern, but immediately discovered that the pattern, although the correct size for my chest, was a little short in the trunk - being a sequoia of a rambler, I decided to extend the marking out to accomodate my portly stature.
Having cut out the fine material, I set about stitching and creating.
There can be no finer industry and pleasure, than creating ones own garments, whilst smelling the aroma of a good hearty beef stew in the oven with a good slug of red wine in a flagon.
Sew, sew, sew, sew, stitch, stich, ouch, ouch, ooops. Ah!
Finally the garment was taking shape and coming to a finish!
Some judicious ironing to flatten out the seams, pressing the tweed into shape and HUZZAH! my waistcoat was ready!
It is a fine day to have a tweed waistcoat that one made oneself!