BAck from the Market
Busy busy weekend at TORM (that’s The Original Reenactor’s Market). I bought a lot of very very boring stuff, the kind of things that basically amount to a costumiers groceries – wools and linens for making outfits, linen sewing threads, dress rings, wooden thread reels, pins etc. I also bought
That silk brocade is even yummier in real life. I’m told it’s meant to retail for about £250 a metre, but obviously I didn’t pay that. It’s going to be a forepart and undersleeves for a new posh tudor frock to wear in schools, which I plan to make over easter. The over gown will also be brocade but darker – I’m making that from the silk curtains that once hung in my living room, which I took down because a certain furry person who shall remain nameless keeps climbing them.
The ecclesiastical embroidery book was picked up for a few pounds in a charity shop in Oxford. It’s got a good chapter on medieval stuff and then loads of useful info on various liturgical bits and bobs – what they’re used for and how to construct them properly – which out to come in handy when I get to finishing the antependium.
The book on c18th embroidery(which came out fuzzy cos its so shiny) was my treat for the weekend. I don’t do c18th embroidery, and I dont need it, but I wanted it and it pretty.
They aren’t covered in cobwebs, btw, they’re just so shiny they’re almost impossible to photograph.
And, because Andy made them, and he has an erm…slight obsession with extremely pointy things (he normally makes the very best small weapons, knives and tools) they are so sharp you could almost cut yourself looking at them. They need a case. I have already decided that my first silk velvet project will be a case and tassel for them, I just need to get john to make a leather foundation for it first.
These are going to live with my living history stuff and not be for day to day use, party cos I don’t want to loose them down the back of the sofa.
Gareth had a right grump at me when he found out I’d spent £45 on scissors. It was the same sort of grump he has when I spend money on art. He seems to think that if you create things yourself you shouldn’t care about what others do, and can’t understand why I want beautiful things others have made, which is a bit rich considering how excited he gets about the beautiful handmade bronze garden tools I buy him for his birthday each year. For all that I make elaborate, detailed things myself I’ve always loved that sort of Zen beauty of a simple thing well made.
I like my new scissors
Oh, and I really should get round to loading the little video I made of Branny in the bath with a ping pong ball. It was wedged inbetween two embroidery photos on my phone and several people found it when browsing my photos and were quite amused by it. My cat is an idiot