#Wool Plaid Flannel Shirt

[loveshetlands]

[flannelclothing]

Mens Flannel Shirt Jacket - Flannel Clothing

[serialseance]

How to: dress like Will Graham

Basics: plaid shirts, double pocket button up shirts, slacks, dress shoes, blazers, waterproof jackets, grey T-shirt and boxers as pajamas. Glasses, watch, other accessories

Materials: leather, polyester, cotton, flannel, wool

Colours: all muted cool tones, with some pops of brown, green, and red. Mainly blue, grey, and cream

Brands: gap, Dr marten, L.L. bean, dickies, Forbes, Steve madden. Some vintage and some modern brands not added, but some accessories can be found in simple google search

Glasses: tortoise oval small frames, can be found in vintage sourced shops, or on firmoo, zenni, etc.

Watch: leather strap watch, vintage or modern and can be found in simple searches

Other accessories: wool or natural fibre frabric gloves, scarves, and beanies

This took like 4 episodes of Hannibal to create

[succubusmelt]

Alan likes you to wear comfortable clothes when you are at his cabin in the woods. He wants you to feel relaxed and at home. However, he does have a fondness for certain styles that he finds aesthetically pleasing or that appeal to his more feral instincts.

Some specific clothes Alan enjoys seeing you in:

- Sweaters or shirts that are easy to slip off, so he has easy access to your skin. He loves being able to nuzzle and kiss your neck and shoulders freely.

- Plaid or flannel shirts, as they give off a cozy, woodsy vibe that he associates with life in the forest. They also make you smell faintly of his environment.

- Skirts or dresses without leggings underneath, so he can appreciate your legs. Bonus points if they're easy to hike up or remove quickly.

- Tight fitting tops that show off your figure. This predatory side of him enjoys openly admiring your physique.

- Natural fibers like cotton or wool that feel soft to the touch. He finds synthetic materials unpleasant.

- Dark or muted colors like browns, greens, and greys that help you blend into his woodland domain. He likes the thought of you as just another part of his territory.

- Clothes that show a bit of skin like a exposed shoulders or a glimpse of collarbone, belly, or thighs. It taps into his desire to mark and claim every part of you.

However, Alan's heart is most won over by seeing you comfortable and safe. He just also happens to be quite the appreciative mate!

[sleepnowmychild]

Hypnos fashion because I'm autistic about him.

Ok listen,,, I'm special intrest brained so heres my guide to adding Hypnos vibes into your outfits.

Personally, I see Hypnos vibes in Motute, Vintage nightwear and babydoll type styles. The sleepy motif comes through there. So I'm kinda using them as a basline here (also just becuase i like alt and vintage fashion).

Colours: white, grey, black, purple, blue.

motif/prints: poppies (ovbi), stars. swirls, moons, clouds, teddies, sleeping animals, stuffed animals, pillows, blankets, plaid (like classic pj pants), nursey print, characters like care bears/ little twin stars etc. sparkles, if you want a more gothic approach (bc of his nightmare associatons and being twin to death etc) make the stuffed animals all stiched up or posessed looking, patch work/ granny squares, wings, lavander.

textures: frills, soft and fluffy fabrics, fleece, wool, chiffon, flannel, silky, quilted, crochet.

styling: pyjama pants as regular pants, night gown slips over blouses or regular shirts, oversized coats and jumpers, eyemasks as headbands or around neck, bags/coats made from old quilts, fuzzy/frilly/slouch socks, frilly collars/ trims, peter pan/ sailor collars.

acessorries: lace chokers, bonnets, bows, beanies, stuffie backpacks, star/moon/cloud/swirl charms on jewllery, fluffy ear warmers/headphones, star/wing hair clips, poppy crowns,

examples:

for the best effect, find your nearest gothed out Thanatos devotee and walk around together like the twins from the shining :)

[wafflepatterns]

Meet new sewing pattern <Komugi> Over shirt

A new item is just published from Waffle Patterns. Meet Over shirt <Komugi> sewing pattern, a work wear style over shirt with many functional pockets. Depending on your fabric and design choice, it will be a work shirt, uniform-like service shirt or outdoor style shirt jacket. You can make just a simple shirt as well.

<design options>

View A features a hidden button stand front opening + patch side pockets + an inside pocket. The patch side pockets are 2 types ; side opening or layered type. The cuff is no-opening design.

View B has a normal button stand + seam pocket + back bent and cuff opening.

The chest pocket design has 2 options, layer type or zipper pocket.

View A is intended as non-scratch design suitable for a work shirt especially if you are working on fragile things. View B can be made as a more outdoor-like shirt jacket with details like cuff openings or a vent. But of course you can choose and mix the options as you like!

The khaki sample in the photos features viewA, and the red plaid one is view B. The caramel brown one has mixed features.

My favourite feature is the sleeve patches. Adding compliment textures/colours is really fun! But you can sew without them, too.

Please make your creative style by mixing your favourite details.

<fabric recommendation>

The pattern is drafted for woven fabrics. Light-medium weight durable shirt fabrics are recommended. like corduroy, duck, twill, denim, linen, flannel, light wool or canvas etc.

It is not impossible to use very light drapery fabric, but those are not suitable for some details like patch pockets or vent.

Also, some very thick/stiff fabrics might not work well for details like pockets with facing. In that case, please consider using other lighter fabrics partly like the inside yoke, facing, or pocket parts.

Please choose a suitable one for your design intension.

For the caramel brown sample in the photos, I used cotton canvas. Suitable for work shirts and very easy to handle. The contrast fabric used for the sleeve patch and pocket layer is faux suede.

If you want very durable patches, leather or rubber-mixed fabrics are used for professional work apparel. But for general daily usage, like mine, design oriented choice like nice compliment colours or textures will be enough. Using leftover or old clothes is a fun choice, too.

The khaki sample is cotton ripstop. This one is also very suitable for work wear. The patch part is mixed twill.

The red plaid one is light wool backed fleece. I backed all the pieces with fleece except the folded parts like pocket openings or hem.

I bought all those fabrics from my local fabric market, but most of them are from years ago. I wanted to share where I bought them, but I actually forgot all.

I think light water repellent or windproof fabrics are nice functional options, too.

<Size>

The shirt is drafted regular fit.

I made on size bigger the red plaid sample because I wanted to wear this as a jacket. Also because the fabric gets thicker with fleece backing.

The caramel brown and khaki samples were made with just fit size.

<Other material>

If you attach the hidden button stand design, it is better to use flat and thin buttons for clean look opening.

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The sewing pattern includes 18 pages of instructions and all the sewing processes are described with detailed illustrations. The pattern files are available for both home printers (A4 or US letter) and copyshop(A0 format).

You can check other photos of this model on my Flickr page.

The over shirt -Komugi- (size 32 - 54) PDF sewing pattern is available here. Also in the Etsy shop.

Special discount price until 13th Mar 2024 (CET) with other popular patterns. No discount code is needed! The sale page is here.

*****  Special offer for Paper pattern and free shipping Paper pattern + PDF option is available limited time. *The paper includes only the pattern, please print out the instruction by yourself or read it with your tablet or PC.  The PDF + Paper listing page is here.

Enjoy your sewing!

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[theboombutton]

I remain unreasonably annoyed that the word "flannel" has drifted to include pretty much anything plaid.

Proper flannel is woven wool with a distinct fluffiness created either by loosely-spun thread, or by intentionally scratching up the cloth after it's woven so that it's covered in little broken fibers. It's traditionally dyed plaid, but it doesn't have to be. It's strong, soft, and will hold warmth even when it's wet. It's the perfect fabric to wear while shoveling your driveway.

"Cotton flannel" shirts are not flannel - they're imitation flannel. They're the clothing equivalent of imitation crab, except if imitation crab became so ubiquitous that a lot of people just called it "crab", and didn't even realize that there was a real live animal called a crab that their version of "crab" was imitating. If imitation crab was regularly marketed as just crab, and everyone looked at you weird if you even brought up that imitation crab wasn't actually crab. If an entire region of the country had a stereotype for eating crab, but it wasn't even real crab, it was imitation crab, but oh it's their big Thing now, and you'd look like an extremely rude lunatic if you tried to explain to them that their cultural icon, their defining cuisine, wasn't actually real crab.

So instead you leave their posts without interacting, and rant on your own tumblr where no one will see you. And if they do, at least you're just chewing on your own walls instead of being confrontational in other people's notes.

[jomiddlemarch]

My thanksgiving is perpetual 

For the first time in Grace’s memory, watching Joel unbuckle his belt and unbutton his jeans was not erotic. 

At all.

“Oh, that’s better,” he sighed and closed his eyes, which also was usually erotic as hell. She had no impulse to jump his bones, to drag his jeans down, to get on her knees and rest her hands on his bare thighs…

“I will not be insulted if you fall asleep,” she said, settling herself down at the other end of the sofa, a squashy pillow at the small of her back. He reached over and grabbed her feet in their wool socks and set them on his lap. “Though don’t blame it on tryptophan. That was debunked a long time ago. Before.”

“I thought we were going to play cards or charades or something,” Ellie said. She displayed no signs of lethargy and in fact, seemed like she might literally bounce off the walls. The fire was already burning merrily and there was plenty of wood split, otherwise Grace might have suggested Ellie go work off some energy restocking the woodpile, despite the sleet beginning to tap against the windows. There wasn’t even sugar to blame, since they’d decided to follow tradition and serve all the pies (Why were there seven? Why were three some variation of sweet potato? What if the mincemeat one was good?) at their regular dinner time.

“Gimme me an hour,” Joel said. Grace snorted. The hand that wasn’t wrapped around her left ankle was splayed across his belly, breaching the divide between the sides of his plaid flannel shirt. She didn’t doubt he could leap into action if there were cause, like a full-on invasion of clickers, but nothing less would get him off the sofa.

“I didn’t think this would happen,” he remarked. “I thought, after the world ended, at least there’d be no more fucking turkey to choke down—”

“You ate a drumstick and like half the breast, Joel. You ate that pope’s nose thing and that was disgusting and not even on a dare. Didn’t seem like you had any trouble, ‘choking it down,’” Ellie said, really emphasizing the air-quotes. She’d rather play charades, Grace could tell, and she’d probably be on the winning team, not only because she was the most alert. If the school decided to move ahead with their Shakespeare production, it would be a crime if Ellie wasn’t cast.

“That’s because Ted can actually roast a turkey properly,” Grace said. He’d arrived soon after dawn, fully kitted out with his white apron underneath his heavy coat, a chef’s toque in place, Beard beside him looking like Death, if Death carried two large string bags filled with root vegetables, a dishtowel over his shoulder in lieu of a scarf. “I don’t know what Ted did and before you start to explain, I don’t think I want to. I want there to still be miracles in the world.”

“And the miracle is turkey?” Ellie said. “No offense, but I preferred the venison pie.”

“Yeah, the miracle’s the turkey. And being here, people in the kitchen fussing over basting it, someone setting the table, lighting candles. Sitting together and finding something to say when you’re asked what you’re grateful for. Meaning it. Eating yourself into a food coma,” Grace said. “Fighting over the wishbone—”

“That wasn’t a fair fight,” Ellie said.

“It never is. Not supposed to be,” Joel said. His cheeks were flushed even though he’d taken off his sweater before they sat down for the meal and his five o’clock shadow was making an early appearance, one Grace had no problem with. “Wasn’t ever like this in a QZ. FEDRA couldn’t risk it—”

“Risk what?” Ellie said.

“People rememberin’,” Ted said from the doorway of the kitchen, toque off, hands shoved in his pockets. “Who was gone, how much everybody lost. People liable to just lay down and die or start a fight to feel somethin’ else.”

“Also, they didn’t have an adequate supply of turkeys,” Beard said. “Trying to breed wild turkeys in captivity’s a bitch.”

“As usual, Coach Beard speaks the truth, Baby Ruth,” Ted said. “This is probably as close to Before as anyone’s likely to get. Except Joel must’ve forgotten—‘’

“Forgotten what?” Ellie asked. She either knew Ted well enough not to ask about the Baby Ruth remark or it was one he’d made before, she’d asked, and she was now entirely familiar with the history of the candy bar and specifically, Ted’s childhood encounters with it.

“To wear elastic waist pants to Turkey Day if you can swing it,” Ted said. “So you’ve got plenty of room. For pie and leftovers.”

“Did people actually have special pants just for this?” Ellie said. The adults all smiled at her earnest tone and expression, one the children often used, as if Before had been a thousand years ago, subject of archaeology and speculation, a culture so far distant they might as well need a new Rosetta Stone to decipher its intricacies.

“Nah,” Joel said. 

“Lots of people would wear sweats,” Grace said. “Or change into them. Scrubs were good for Thanksgiving too—I don’t think there were any doctors I knew who didn’t have a spare pair for kicking around in at home.”

“So, it wasn’t fancier Before,” Ellie said. 

“Thanksgiving wasn’t a fancy holiday,” Joel said. “New Year’s, Christmas, folks had big parties for those, but Thanksgiving was just more about family. Making enough food for the whole block. Football.”

“Turkey trots,” Beard called out.

“Thanksgiving-themed races, usually for charity and to work-off all the carbs or justify them,” Grace said, before Ellie could ask whether he meant turkeys suffered from loose bowels and if that was why turducken had been invented. Beard had been sure to explain turducken at a recent soccer practice. Grace yawned and saw Joel’s eyes were drowsy. Trying to convince Ellie to take a nap seemed to be a miracle beyond all hope.

“It’s clearing up,” Ted announced. From what Grace could see, Ted’s was a generous interpretation of the current level of precipitation, but she wasn’t about to quibble as he seemed to have some ulterior motive. “Let’s you and me and Coach go for a walk, Ellie. We can fetch Tommy and Maria and whoever all’s at their place and bring ‘em back for dessert and charades.”

Beard gave Grace the slowest wink that could still merit the name (as opposed to evidence of a stroke induced by the roughly nine hundred pounds of butter Ted had used on the bird) and heaved himself up from the chair he was in. Within a matter of minutes, all three had bundled up and headed out. Their departure made the house seem all the cozier, the brief glimpse of the rapidly approaching dusk dissipated by the firelight’s gold and amber painted on the walls, the floorboards, the planes of Joel’s face. His hand tightened around her ankle, then stroked up the curve of her calf.

“I hate to disappoint you, but I don’t think I’m up for much of anything,” Grace said. “I definitely overindulged in those mashed potatoes. And the stuffing and that squash gratin thing. The gravy, good Lord, that was like Michelin-star level

“Well, I want you to be on my team when we play charades. And later, I’d like to split a piece of Ted’s apple bourbon pie,” he said.

“Split a piece?”

“I’d like to get hungry again, darlin’. Once everyone goes home,” he said. “I’d like to be grateful, together.”

[chicinsilk]

US Vogue August 1, 1955

Ruth Neuman is wearing a fitted skirt suit with a box jacket with shirt-style details (cuffs, patch pockets, round collar). Pattern Vogue 8673, in Glen Urquhart plaid flannel in burgundy and gray wool from Miron. Garland sweater; John Frederics Charmer hat; gloves, Wear-Right. Jewelry by Bartek. Yardley Lipstick "Rose Coral".

Ruth Neuman porte un tailleur à jupe cintrée avec une veste box aux détails façon chemise (poignets, poches plaquées, col rond). Patron Vogue 8673, en flanelle à carreaux Glen Urquhart de laine bordeaux et grise de Miron. Pull-over guirlande; chapeau John Frederics Charmer; gants, Wear-Right. Bijoux par Bartek. Rouge à lèvres Yardley "Rose Coral".

Photo Roger Prigent vogue archive

[loveshetlands]

[stardustspell]

A Shadow in the South

Chapter 5: Secrets

Fandom: The Rings of Power Rating: E Word Count: 30960 Tags: Galbrand,Haladriel,homophobic cops,Homophobic Language,Graphic depictions of violence - Freeform,Monster Slayer AU,Smut,just FYI,galadriel is a witch,elrond is bi,how many lotr nods does it take to inspire violence, i guess we'll find out, Cunnilingus, There will be sex, halbrand is a mechanic, You're Welcome, Alternate Universe - Supernatural Elements, Werewolves, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Sex, takes place in louisiana mostly, galadriel worked in finance, circa 2008, CONTENT WARNING: Culty Baptist Church, lite ABO dynamics (I continue to be the worst tagger on the face of the planet.)

Chapter summary: In which Gail experiences the consequences of undercasting a powerful healing spell in her urgency to save Ed, discovers the werewolf's hideout, and says farewell to Hal.

Notes: I'm so sorry this took a while, but I made this chapter extra long to make up for it!

I'm adding new tags to this fic for this chapter since I fully wasn't expecting to have lite ABO dynamics in here-they're heavily implied, but not explicit (e.g. I never use the terms Alpha or Omega, or any of the typical parlons). I kind of put my own spin on it. Just to be safe, if you're not a fan of ABO generally, this chapter may not be for you.

If you want to risk it for the smut, be my guest and continue reading. WARNING!! HERE THERE BE LITE ABO SMUT.

Excerpt:

She moved on to the next room—a bedroom, and found the four-poster bed a mess. The room itself was plastered with floral wallpaper that seemed far too feminine and vintage for its current inhabitant. A pair of Levis with a brown belt with a metal buckle still threaded through the loops lay discarded on the hardwood floor—as did a few basic crumpled t-shirts, and three flannel shirts—each in different colors.

Anticipation started to itch at the back of her brain and her nose, the point on the back of her neck throbbing almost painfully, but she muscled through it. Gail took the thick red plaid shirt from its perch on the back of a beanbag chair in the corner of the room and lifted it to her nose. Spicy cologne, deodorant, and cedar—probably from having to hike all this way, and something else that smelled warm, inviting, and… delicious ? Gail recoiled, pulling the shirt away from her nose to scowl at it in disgust, before huffing a sigh and pressing the warm flannel to her face again to place the scent. It smelled like breakfast. 

Gail licked her lips and raised the shirt to her nose again.

It wasn’t unfamiliar.

She knew who this scent belonged to and she could almost feel their mouth on her neck.

“Fucking shit,” she growled in frustration at the annoying coil twisting up her insides. It made her stuff the shirt into her pack and moved to the closet. There, she found a few folded pairs of jeans, two nice shirts, two nondescript black suits, and a wool camel jacket. She felt her entire body lock into place. It looked just like the coat Hal had worn last night. 

You can read chapter 5 here, or start at the beginning here!

[seamsterslocal]

new build project masterlist

twink audrey hepburn goes to the leather barbecue (cotton/linen sheath dress) summer flannel (linen/cotton kneelength buttondown shirt with yoke) really fast binder (messy construction feat. very wide elastic band a few length of cotton knit) linen binder #1 (full coverage tank binder with lacing at front and back) summer binder//linen binder #2 (minimally sized tank binder with lacing at front and back) a-shirt tank binder (linen) oberon costume (reversible denim/white realtree satin frock coat; black lace tap pants; paper mache horns) beebah (sp?) costume (fake blue fur cowl neck jacket + terrifying makeup job) oscar the grouch costume (trashcan cotton overalls + fake deep pile green fur hooded cropped jacket)) sith frock coat (hooded winter/rain coat, wool herringbone with linen lining) wolf-from-kipo costume (seperable structured wolf hat and hooded jacket) zip front kirtle (havent picked the fabric for it yet but it will be a binding garment) walkaway dress with those weird darts taken out to fit a flat chest split hose (double knit cotton for spring/fall and wool for winter) plaid apron (cotton true plaid i.e. woven) 50s cover up (cotton gingham circle skirt dress with halter buttonfront bodice and open front skirt) denim corset (denim cabbage, heavy duty brass zipper, spring steel boning) +2 shorts of athleticism (it’s a long story) (knit cotton and woven rayon knee length culottes) reversible overalls (wool pinstripe on one side cotton/rayon twill on the other) adjustable skinny jeans (one in wool pinstripe and one in cotton/rayon twill) work skirt (3/8 cotton/linen twill circle skirt with huge pockets and d-ring closures at each side) wedding jumpsuit (offwhite silk/rayon velvet PLUNGING neckline and wide legs for dancing. ran out of time to add pockets bc my bestie wouldnt move her wedding date to accomodate my procrastination :( )

[invizigothx]

wizards and muggle wear

wizards and "muggle" wear read more in my imagination severus snape, when not wearing teaching robes, is always wearing a charcoal turtleneck and a black blazer and skinny black jeans and black chelsea boots and his hair is pulled back in a tiny bun at the nape of his neck. he basically went to the HM and was like ah what does a normal semi-formal outfit look like and bought 6 of that. one pair of Blue Jeans for Casual Friday (he has worn these like, once.) his potions times out fit is probably some wizardy shit.

Sirius wears old blue jeans, and band t-shirts, and flannel plaids. all thrifted for him by Lupin, because his pre-azkaban stuff was lost/destroyed. he could afford New Things but was like "no I'll get new stuff when the house isn't dusty and I've gained back the weight I lost in prison, this is just temporary" and then he never did that. Probably in the Good AU, Lupin and/or Snape take him shopping at some point bc his shirts are literally falling apart. I think, post-Azkaban, he has very sensory processing disorder, and needs fabrics to be specific textures. I think unfortunately he wears birkenstock sandals as a result of this. Although he probably wears dr martens when he goes out because, the aesthetic.

Lupin wears blue jeans and white 6-a-pack t-shirts around the house, plus a grey wool sweater if it's a bit chilly. kind of like a less butch/British bruce springsteen. in the summer he has some very short 80s era shorts. He also has brown courderoys for Sunday dinner and green knit cardigan for sunday dinners with friends. He wears black high-top Converse, even with wizard robes, which makes him the height of cool.