No, not much into pants when not needed. But I probably should look into the braies supply for next year. Unless I want to go on singing "Born free, free as the wind blows..." when other people complain about the heat (longer tunics and caring about what other people see might also help, though). And as opposed to saga hero Grettir I have never knowingly given any strange maids a *reason* to comment on my size (at least none of them have teased me for it, not that it would have bothered me overmuch if they had).

And my persona is some sort of middle class; I own my own farm but do my own work. Someday I'll have to look up how that places me on the social scale compared to more standard medieval setups; the Danelaw death fine scales should give some indication (IIRC there were separate scales for saxons and danes there).

Good picture BTW, all the essentials are captured; Ylva sulking, me in front of a cookfire looking almost but not quite unlike a civilized human being. And Maja's looking cute, but that appears to be her trademark speciality.