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The circle of life (and Spanish)

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.  :)


Everyone fighting (or talking about it, at least)

Protege Brian                                    Our Fearless KRM                              Our lovely hostess, theblueleader

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.


Apr. 29th, 2008 09:08 pm (UTC)
Difficult question to answer off the top of my head. My instincts tell me it's a late 16th century phenomenon and that before the 1580s or so, they were wearing petticote bodys (skirts sewn to tops). But there is nothing extant so I can't say for sure when that line is (or even if there is a "line" per se).

Let me do a little checking and get back to you about this.
Apr. 30th, 2008 09:53 am (UTC)
I agree - it seems to be a late century thing, but it's a toss-up as to when it started - all we can really do is date it to the Pfaltzgrafina bodies.

It also seems like the sewn waistline persists all through this period as well - the lacing may be an adaptation of men's dashions, since the clothing styles flow from male to female throughout the period (women appropriating Dutch cloaks, doublets, etc.).

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