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*Grumble* I woke up today with two bent teaspoons and a steak knife with a missing tip.  I'm not entirely sure why, so I'll just snork a couple of happy pills, take it easy, and get on with welcoming new readers!  I'm delighted you're here!  You will be too, especially since increased reader presence is more likely to make me write substantial entries, rather than whinge on about how my arms hurt.

In keeping with the post that enticed a couple of my latest readers hitherward, I did a couple of Wikipedia LOLpics.

NOTE:  I try as much as possible to do the insulting ones with my image only; while there might be a more appropriate (I'm looking at you, costume_snark) picture or two floating around (just possibly maybe kinda sorta), I don't want to make anyone miserable without their permission.  That is not how I roll, despite rumours to the contrary.

But making fun of myself?  Too easy.  I have great evidence of my megadorkiness (which continues to this day, but, as the second picture shows, is sometimes better hidden):


...of course, now, I'm apparently terrifying, but the only reason you have to be terrified around me is that I might knock something over on you - I'm a bit of a klutz.  And I use big words, but there isn't any confirmed evidence that words over five syllables cause cancer.

Or so I'm told.

Speaking of research and my early days, I need to scan the "historic" fashion designs I did when I was first in the SCA.  I got into the SCA through fandom and Cons, where I had been making costumes and entering masquerade competitions for several years.  I had the good fortune (some would say otherwise, but if I hadn't , I wouldn't be here now) to meet my ex-husband at a Balticon SCA demo, and the pretty costumes the SCA people had on made my heart go a-flutter.  The information that you could wear these costumes all the time, not just once or twice a year was too much for my 18-year old senses to take, and I was hooked.

Mind you, it took me several years to get the hang of "historical" costume.  I sincerely wish I had more photos of my early efforts - they were quite the giggle-fest.  I promise to draw up sketches of the ones I remember and show you my magnificent dorkery.

Ah, memories.



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Jan. 17th, 2008 03:11 pm (UTC)
Ooooh, *sketches*. It's on.

See, there's a picture out there of me in... I don't even know how best to describe it to get its hodgepodge of periods and methodology together. It really requires a sketch to get across the weirdness. It is extremely - I really just don't have the words, but my consolation that this picture exists is that except for the boat neckline, it is well sewn and that bigawd I researched the body shapes. Look: sewn-on acrylic jewels the size of my thumbs' pads on the tie-on contrast-thread-topstitched sleeves patterned from a favorite knit shirt, with gold metallic couchwork on.

I was very proud of it, until I wasn't. I'm still proud of the construction (except that neckline) - that center back gore was a thing of beauty, and those sleeves are there for the duration, lemme tell ya. Then I moved on to doing "Elizabethan" in a bit of a vacuum. There were other late period folks, but they were doing different regions and had different standards.

Edited at 2008-01-17 03:11 pm (UTC)
Jan. 17th, 2008 03:28 pm (UTC)
And that spoons story is dead on, isn't it? I'm going to go share that with some friends.
Jan. 17th, 2008 03:31 pm (UTC)
Er, actually, it kind of bugs me, mostly because it devolves the complexity of a condition to someone going in a patronizing and pitying voice "oh, you're low on spoons! I understand!", when in reality, it may just be that they're being an enormous asshat and pissing me off. *shifty look*

But it works for a lot of people, and is good for shorthand, so I can't complain. :)
Jan. 17th, 2008 04:22 pm (UTC)
I've got a friend with a thyroid problem. The analogy is extremely accurate for her and I think it *might* help with her boss.

Being patronized is annoying as shit, and if I'm having a bad bit, I don't usually have the energy/ability to even get a good dirty look in to the person speaking. Usually $asshat is more interested in telling everyone in earshot that they know that I've hit the wall. Around here, these sorts tend to float around you annoyingly, not really doing anything helpful and getting in the way. I could wish that your method worked for getting them to go away, but alas.

Luckily I rarely run into the patronizing aspect, though thinking about it this morning has nailed down just why I have a dislike of some folks that's been generally unnamed.
Jan. 18th, 2008 11:23 am (UTC)
Oh thank goodness, another person bugged by it! I have yet to find an analogy that doesn't oversimplify.

I just like to be nice and graphic about how it feels; like I've taken sleeping pills and been smacked all over with varying grades of mallets and then some glass ground into my joints for extra spice. And the recovery time for each is pretty close if it did happen. In some ways the damage is the same too. Er.
Maybe not the best to remind myself of that let alone others....

Derrière millinery abounds sadly.

(Sorry for the random comment, I was waddling around sca_snark and the member list.)
Jan. 17th, 2008 05:51 pm (UTC)
I was very glad to read about the spoons, it is a help in understanding. It puts my state into perspective - I may be tired a lot, but I seem to have a surplus of spoons, so I can appreciate how good I have it.
Jan. 17th, 2008 03:20 pm (UTC)
Oh fountain of laurelly knowledge, can you spill some wisdom.
I myself am trying to evolve from a mishmash of clothing styles. Can you help me by splaining what's wrong with the lady from wikipeedia? I can spot some small things like the belt and the hat... but more insight puhleez!

Jan. 17th, 2008 03:29 pm (UTC)
Re: Oh fountain of laurelly knowledge, can you spill some wisdom.
It's made of corduroy, and lined in a 17th century style brocade. The sleeves have little shoulder wings, the hat is also made of corduroy, and for decoration, it had rhinestones on the sleeve wings.

I also look really depressed in it, so I think it's funny. :)
Jan. 17th, 2008 04:14 pm (UTC)
Re: Oh fountain of laurelly knowledge, can you spill some wisdom.
Oh, it's so much better than my effort to reproduce this:


I reproduced the grey jacket religiously back in 2001. But I couldn't wrap my mind around using the right fabric, so I used corduroy... And the toggle buttons slipped my mind, so I bought cheezy plastic buttons instead. But I also couldn't see my way to wasting money on any kind of lining, so I skipped that too. A friend had a fancy sewing machine that did fancy stitches, so it has fancy overstiching on it (which it really doesn't deserve. Since I didn't have much help fitting it, it didn't work out so well...


The scary thing is that sskiptress thinks I should use it for Baronial investiture (replacing the buttons, of course), if I don't get a doublet done. :(

That prospect scares me.

Jan. 17th, 2008 04:57 pm (UTC)
I was thinking of you as I composed a recent post. Spoons don't work for me.
Jan. 17th, 2008 04:59 pm (UTC)
The spoons rock.

I don't have spoons, I have a big sword suspended over my head. It hangs from a braided cord, and everything that costs you a spoon snips a fiber from my rope. The thing is, I don't know how heavy the sword is, or how thick the cord. And sometimes the weather makes the fibers brittle. Eventually the sword will fall and flatten me, and then I get another one... maybe this new one will have a fat rope, maybe it'll be hanging by embroiderly floss. I don't know. I can go about my day without thinking about the damn thing, I don't have to plan, but it WILL whomp me eventually, and I'll be laid out flat for a day or two.

Jan. 19th, 2008 10:35 pm (UTC)
The counting of the blessings- so very important.
'Spoons' is a great reminder to focus on what we have got, not what we haven't got.
Thanks for the link.
Jan. 21st, 2008 03:26 am (UTC)
Hi Laura,
Totally unrelated comment here since you say it's faster to get to you than email.
[beware of upcomin sappiness!]

Last night at the Festival of Maidens, I was honored to receive an AoA. I know that it's not huge in the scheme of the SCA, but it's still very meaningful to me.
Just wanted to say thank you, for being out there, doing what you do, and maintaining such a wonderful spirit and sense of humor about it. Not only is your work amazing and inspirational, but the way you go about it, and all of life, really, is as well. You're one of the people who makes the society such a great thing to be part of.
Hopefully someday I will have a chance to be apprenticed to someone of comparable skill and good sense. Hopefully someday, also, I'll get a chance to meet you!
You's good people. That's all.
-Kathrin of Würm Wald

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