Peasant Costume Male Novels & Stories

“Mama!” In the middle of the conversation and laughter among Semion, Celeste, Valentina, and Lordes, a man’s voice dominated the small hut. A man walked through the wooden door, wearing worn-out farm clothes and a headscarf. He was carrying two dirty sacks that were full and looked heavy. “Ma?” His brown skin looked sunburned from working in the fields. He dropped the two sacks and looked curiously at the large people in their small hut.

After a slight pause, she asked: “What did he look like exactly? Please tell me every detail.” “All right, calm down before you give yourself a heart attack. He wore a putong (headpiece), a short-sleeved collarless jacket that was open in the front, and a loincloth. You know, like those chieftains before the Spaniards came. But the material wasn’t silk or any manmade fabric. Believe it or not, his clothes appeared to have the texture of seamless, oversized petals and tree bark. And instead of being dyed red, which was the color of royalty pre-colonization, his clothing was black.

Elizabeth's eyes widened. Hair that was a fine blonde, so short that it was trimmed along his forehead. Thick muscles building up his buff mass, and red eyes. He was wearing what looked like a jacket built from a cattle's skin— leather. His trousers were built the same as well, and his shirt was a plain white that showed too much chest skin. The dressing to, Elizabeth was strange. She had seen Commoners put on anything in the name of shielding their nakedness if they had nothing to wear, but Elizabeth had never seen this style before.

the man stretched his arm out, “Come, there is something you must see.” I willingly went with the man, and as soon as he placed his arm around me, we were whisked out into the open, into a village of some kind. Around us were people wearing clothes that belonged in the seventeenth-century, and the village setting seemed to match. There were children playing with stones on the street, men carrying baskets of freshly chopped animal parts, and women wearing petticoats and holding umbrellas with frills on their shoulders.

Most worked the farmlands themselves or with the aid of peasants and serfs; thus far, the village itself has screamed of death and famine. After a minute of looking into one of the lord's houses, he took some new washed women's clothing for Diana, and luckily it wasn't peasant clothing; it was a colourful gown with a framework petticoat, and the fullness of the skirt was drawn to the back. A sash encircled a high waistline, and a soft fichu and a light, colourful scarf were draped around the neck. These were gentler yet elegantly feminine, and from a low, wide neckline, the gown flared out freely over the hoop petticoat.