You search through your father's closet all ninja like, to see if he has some gnarly old tweed suits that have so far escaped the Sally Ann bag, that could find new life... after a date with the shears and the fabric storage bin.
Failing that, there is the actual Sally Ann to acquire said tweed. For the sake of science, of course.
Science.
In other news. I bought three spools of crimson thread.
Yay.
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