miracles of procrastination

Today, in great feats of not doing enough math, I managed to do laundry, bake bread with cumin, go grocery shopping, find a restaurant that worked for both a vegetarian and someone fond of huge hunks of meat (Brouwers Cafe; many things are possible if the vegetarian is content to derive a large fraction of his calories from beer), and web my documentation of the relic pouch for alaric and thechemgoddess (it would be great to have some more photos, if any have been taken?). I also scanned one of the brown silk gloves I've knitted-- it's sixteenth-century in construction, though I don't see any reason why the same sort of glove wouldn't have been possible a century or two earlier.

I also scanned a couple of pictures from A History of Academical Dress in Europe Until the Eighteenth Century by W.N. Hargreaves-Mawdsley, who wins a particular prize for having a name which parodies itself: one fifteenth-century image of academics, and one glossary illustration of a tabard, which demonstrates that Hargreaves-Mawdsley's definition of a tabard does not match any of the tabards I have seen. I actually have a bright purple overtunic (though my own mistakes in washing gave it unfortunately pink trim), and I can knit a hat with an acorn top, so perhaps the next step is a hood?