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Some patterns can be put in more than one category. If you don’t see what you want here, you can take a look at the other categories or the entire Renaissance Patterns list. Check the Main Menu for more options.

Since many of these patterns are discontinued or ‘out of print’ when you click on the patterns picture or the pattern number you will be taken to ebay since they nearly always have listings for discontinued Renaissance costume patterns and Medieval costume patterns. I have no affiliation with any Renaissance costume pattern maker.

Most of the time eBay has over 100 Renaissance Costume patterns running. You can get some good prices and also, they have some unusual patterns too. That way you can reduce the likelihood of seeing a costume exactly like yours at the party. I have already put the search in for you, just click here to see all Renaissance patterns on ebay.

Once you get your costume figured out, you may want to check for accessory items like leather belts and mugstraps or wood tankards. After all, it’s the little things and attention to detail that makes a really great costume.

Patterns for three different Renaissance Costume pattern manufacturers are listed: McCalls, Simplicity and Butterick.

Many people enjoy making their own Renaissance clothing (men’s and women’s). I am not a seamstress but have been told that some of these are very simple to make.

A lot of the Renaissance clothing had some fairly elaborate patterns in them. Keep in mind that many people use upholstery fabric for their Renaissance garb because they can find some really neat patterns and the cloth is a much heavier material.

McCalls M4696
MISSES’ RENAISSANCE TOPS: Fitted princess line bodice top has square neckline, lacing closures at back and sides with sleeve and trim variations; purchased eyelets, lacing and trim.

McCalls M4041
MISSES’ MEDIEVAL COSTUME: Semi-fitted, flared gown, evening length, has front opening with eyes or rings and lacing, contrast upper and lower sleeves, cuffs and purchased trim; reversible undergarment with princess seams has eyelet and lacing closure; contrast lined hat has wire antennas, veil and purchased trim.

McCalls M3653
MISSES’ CAMELOT COSTUMES: Flared dress has princess seams, back zipper, shaped outer sleeves and contrast long sleeves with button trim; costume A has contrast front and lower sleeves; costume B has self lined over sleeves; lined overdress B has side front and side back seams and loops and purchased lacing; all garments have purchased trim.

McCalls M4091
MISSES’ CHEMISE IN TWO LENGTHS: Very loose fitting, pullover, slightly flared chemise, below hip length or floor length, has longer than regular length sleeve variations and purchased cord or ribbon drawstring for neck and sleeves; chemise A, B and C have purchased trim.

McCalls M3797
MISSES’ RENAISSANCE COSTUMES: Dress A, B or C has self-lined empire bodice with bust gathers, princess seamed skirt, back zipper closure, back loops with lacing and sleeve variations; self-lined wes kit D has front and back darts, shawl collar, shaped waistline and hook and eye closure.

McCalls M4091
MISSES’ CHEMISE IN TWO LENGTHS: Very loose fitting, pullover, slightly flared chemise, below hip length or floor length, has longer than regular length sleeve variations and purchased cord or ribbon drawstring for neck and sleeves; chemise A, B and C have purchased trim.

McCalls M8937
CHILDREN’S, GIRLS’ AND MISSES’ MEDIEVAL COSTUMES: e Contains patterns for gown, vest, belt and hat (costume A): gown, vest and hat (costume B): gown, vest and cape (costume C).

McCalls M3663
MISSES’ MEDIEVAL COSTUMES: Cape A has contrast lined hood and sleeves, ribbon ties and ribbon trim; dress A, B or C has front and back yokes, princess seams, back zipper closure, sleeve and trim variations.

Simplicity 5582
Sizes: 4 to 20 Misses Renaissance Dresses

Simplicity 8192

Sizes: 4 to 20 Misses Renaissance Dresses

Simplicity 7756
Sizes: 4 to 20 Misses Renaissance Costumes

Butterick 4540
Misses Dress
Size 8-22

Simplicity 9929

Sizes: 6 to 20 Misses Renaissance Faire Maiden Costumes

Burda 2509
Dress close fitting with a full, wide skirt with a tight waistband and sewn-on apron. Includes the short blouse and head dress.

Simplicity 8881
Misses Costume: Elizabethan Dress, Size: 6-20

Butterick 4377
Renaissance/Medieval Wedding gown. Includes hooded cape.

Simplicity 9531
Misses Renaissance Dress
Size: 6-20

Simplicity 5794
Misses Capes

Butterick 3552
Misses Costume
Size 6-22

Burda 2479
Pattern includes both Noble Renaissance Court Empress and Peasant Washerwoman.

Butterick 4154
Patterns for three outfits: Victorian/Edwardian, Colonial and Medieval/Renaissance periods.

Butterick 4375
Noble Court Gown

Butterick 4571
Medieval/Renaissance Nobility Gown

Butterick 4827
Medieval Princess Maiden Dress/Gown Patterns.

A touch of “Swan Song” and a dash of “The Stand”…Very good post-apocalyptic tale in the mode and mood of R. McCammon’s “Swan Song” and S. King’s “The Stand”. ★★★★★

Excerpt from Troop of Shadows:

Colleyville, Texas

Dani cursed the weight of her backpack. The final two items from the ransacked Walgreens, crammed in as an afterthought ten minutes ago, might cost her everything. After surviving the last twelve months of hell only to be thwarted now by a can of Similac and a twelve-pack of Zest soap, would be sadly anticlimactic. Despite running at a full sprint down a dark suburban street, dodging overflowing garbage cans while eluding three men who would steal her hard-won tubes of Neosporin and likely rape and kill her in the process, she snorted at the thought of a fictional headline: Young Woman’s Life Ends Tragically but Zestfully Clean.

Damn it, she would ditch the backpack. She could come back tomorrow night for it, but right now staying alive outweighed any future benefit its contents might provide. As her pursuers rounded the corner behind her, she darted across the front lawn of a house and leaped over a cluster of dead juniper shrubs. A year ago, those shrubs had been green, manicured, and providing curb appeal to the upscale neighborhood; they functioned now as a hurdle component in the obstacle course Dani navigated on most nights.

She angled toward the side of the house and around the corner, only to come to an abrupt stop next to a six-foot barricade. Residents of these sprawling bedroom communities situated between Dallas and Fort Worth clung to their privacy fences as fiercely as their rural counterparts did to their firearms. Why all those day-trading dads and cheerleader moms required such secrecy was beyond Dani. She didn’t care. All that mattered was how difficult they made her nightly forages. Only idiots or people with a death wish traveled alone on the streets anymore. The clever ones navigated through backyards and drainage ditches, shadowed easements and alleyway, avoiding open spaces and other humans.

Especially humans traveling in groups.

Stealth and caution were second nature to her now, and she was pissed at herself for loading up the backpack with more weight than she could easily carry at a full run.

Rookie mistake.

She flung the pack into the undergrowth of a once meticulous garden, making a mental note of the enormous red tip photinia which camouflaged the bundle in a leafy shroud. She hoped to be alive the next day to retrieve it.

She clambered up the fence, finding a toehold on a warped plank, and squirmed over the top. A silver fingernail of a moon did little to illuminate the backyard. Weak starlight reflected off the inky surface of a half-empty, kidney-shaped swimming pool. Her Nikes gripped the concrete deck as she skirted the murky water and made a beeline for the back of the yard that was, of course, separated from its neighbor by a privacy fence. It was a tall one too — a full ten feet. There were no bushes or trees to use for leverage either. She scanned the area for anything that might serve as a step ladder.

Of all the yards she could have chosen for her escape, she’d picked one with a damn ten-foot fence.

Her heart raced from the sprint, but not from panic. Gone was the young woman from a year ago, the full-time floundering college dropout and part-time surly Starbucks barista who spent too much time reading books and not enough time looking for a job that would allow her to move out of her parents’ house. She was too smart for her own good, everyone had told her. She should have taken that secretarial position in North Dallas, but she would have lost her sanity in that environment. The tedious filing, the ringing phones, the office politics — in other words, hell on earth for a girl with an IQ over a hundred and fifty.

Despite the recent horrors, she’d come into her own at last, after twenty-one years of meandering through life unfocused and unchallenged. The extra twenty pounds she’d been carrying courtesy of Freddy’s cheeseburgers and Taco Bell burritos were gone, thanks to her newfound self-discipline and endless hours of Krav Maga training with Sam. Not only had she transformed her body, she’d elevated and strengthened her mind as well. Before the power had gone out, she’d watched countless tutorials on T’ai Chi, Qigong, and Buddhist meditation. During that same window — when people were beginning to get sick, but before most of them had died — she’d combed book stores and libraries within a fifteen-mile radius. When the country went dark and people realized that life-saving information was no longer available with a few keystrokes, Dani had amassed reference material on subjects as diverse as hydroponics and combat first aid, ancient meat drying techniques and bomb making. Between martial arts lessons with Sam, she spent every spare minute absorbing the printed esoteric knowledge like a greedy lizard on a sun-drenched rock.

Knowledge was survival.

When the first of the men slithered over the fence into the backyard, she hadn’t found anything to use as a foothold. Another figure followed behind him. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and released it from her lungs, slow and measured, then took off at a full run toward them. While she ran, fingers slid down to a leather sheath secured to her belt. Two seconds before she reached the first of her would-be assailants, a Ka-Bar — the grandaddy of tactical knives — was in her hand.

Dani used momentum and every ounce of her one-hundred-twenty pound frame to slam the first man into the second, knocking both assailants off-balance and unprepared for her next move: a vicious stab to the groin of the first. He collapsed to his knees. She followed with a backhand movement, opening up the throat of his companion. A similar gesture to the man with the injured groin silenced his moaning.

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