The Freescholar/White Scarf meet was such fun, I was wistfully thinking about slapping on some armour tonight and fighting, damn the consequences.
Alas, pain last night, all night, and bad enough this morning that I am uncontrollably close to tears and thinking I'm ugly and stupid (side effect of no sleep) means no fighting unless things get better.
Fuck this shit. I am somewhat tired.
I did, however, enjoy my discussion with
kass_rants in yesterday's post's comments section this morning (make sense? Don't worry) was fun - it's the little things that keep you going, sometimes. I love it when people question my stuff, as long as they're not assholes about it (which the lovely Kass never is); it forces me to keep evolving my work and refining it - I never want to stop and say "that's good enough" - that's the day I fossilize into place.
But the meet this weekend - I has pictures! Typing hurts, but it was fun, I saw lots of people, and I'm really impressed by our younger generation. I know I'm an irrelevant old fogey when it comes to rapier, but I do care about where we're going, and I appreciate it when people at least pretend they're listening to me. :)
Pics:
Everyone fighting (or talking about it, at least)
Protege Brian
Artistic randomly un-posed photo of people
Proof that Freescholars and Provosts can occupy one room without spontaneously bursting into flame
A mass gathering of Provosts (seasonal; rare).
It was also a good weekend at the farm; we have vulture eggs again:
They're back in the old barn that's falling to pieces. I went to get a photo of the eggs, and thought both parents were out - I knocked, the way I usually do, to warn them, but still managed to surprise one of them, who hopped away quickly, but didn't leave the barn, which is a good sign.
This nesting pair is a lot more comfortable with our presence; we try not to do anything to scare them off, so I hope they'll hang around more and more (I also hope they'll confine their mass pooping to the barn roof).
I promised photos of the epic squirrel nest (one without flash, one with):
It's made almost entirely of plastic and fibreglass insulation - talk about recycling! I haven't seen any movement, so I'm guessing they're not using it any more, but there's evidence that squirrels have been using the woodshop for years - there are gnawed corn cobs in the rafters.
We have other stuff, but it's mostly skulls, so probably not that interesting to anyone but me.
All in all, it was a lovely weekend; the dogwoods are in full bloom, I got to see people I haven't seen in yonks, and I had a good time.
Alas, pain last night, all night, and bad enough this morning that I am uncontrollably close to tears and thinking I'm ugly and stupid (side effect of no sleep) means no fighting unless things get better.
Fuck this shit. I am somewhat tired.
I did, however, enjoy my discussion with
kass_rants in yesterday's post's comments section this morning (make sense? Don't worry) was fun - it's the little things that keep you going, sometimes. I love it when people question my stuff, as long as they're not assholes about it (which the lovely Kass never is); it forces me to keep evolving my work and refining it - I never want to stop and say "that's good enough" - that's the day I fossilize into place.But the meet this weekend - I has pictures! Typing hurts, but it was fun, I saw lots of people, and I'm really impressed by our younger generation. I know I'm an irrelevant old fogey when it comes to rapier, but I do care about where we're going, and I appreciate it when people at least pretend they're listening to me. :)
Pics:
Everyone fighting (or talking about it, at least)
Protege Brian
theblueleaderArtistic randomly un-posed photo of people
Proof that Freescholars and Provosts can occupy one room without spontaneously bursting into flame
A mass gathering of Provosts (seasonal; rare).
It was also a good weekend at the farm; we have vulture eggs again:
They're back in the old barn that's falling to pieces. I went to get a photo of the eggs, and thought both parents were out - I knocked, the way I usually do, to warn them, but still managed to surprise one of them, who hopped away quickly, but didn't leave the barn, which is a good sign.
This nesting pair is a lot more comfortable with our presence; we try not to do anything to scare them off, so I hope they'll hang around more and more (I also hope they'll confine their mass pooping to the barn roof).
I promised photos of the epic squirrel nest (one without flash, one with):
It's made almost entirely of plastic and fibreglass insulation - talk about recycling! I haven't seen any movement, so I'm guessing they're not using it any more, but there's evidence that squirrels have been using the woodshop for years - there are gnawed corn cobs in the rafters.
We have other stuff, but it's mostly skulls, so probably not that interesting to anyone but me.
All in all, it was a lovely weekend; the dogwoods are in full bloom, I got to see people I haven't seen in yonks, and I had a good time.
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I know some of the jerkins from the Mary Rose have pockets; what I don't know is whether women were doing something similar (with a suspended purse inside the top petticoat, rather than outside).
I can see I'm going to be spending some quality time with my books!
I'm going to have to look at my pictures too. I put pocket slits in everything and I can't imagine I'd just make it up. I rarely wear pockets!
Remember too that Netscher's lacemaker dates to the 1660s. That's on the cusp of a whole 'nother period.
I usually do obscure furnishings research for them, though - Odd Questions R Us. :)
I
am
hoping
to
write
something
for
my
website
using
Kass
as
a
quotable
resource
but
she'll
have
a
say
in
the
final
essay.
:)