organ pending

•August 29, 2018 • 6 Comments

I have to add his large organ one the next turn

stop sniggering in the cheap seats

harpist with no hat

•August 28, 2018 • 4 Comments

he has to wait for the hat

feeling frustrated

•August 24, 2018 • 6 Comments

Not only can I not find an event to go to this weekend that’s within reasonable travelling distance, but I have a whole geet big pile of medeival shiny things back from the assay office and I can’t play with them. They all need gold plating before I set the stones, and the plater is away until next month. It’s very annoying because I could really get into setting a big pile of stones about now.

grump grump grump

doggy spam

•August 22, 2018 • 2 Comments

I couldn’t resist, so here is a change to the usual diet of kitty spam

I started working on the doggies at Evesham, and continued last weekend at an event at NOrthallerton. This handsome young chap was in the tent next door, his name was Gwyn, and was a sweetie pie. I went for lots of doggy snuggles all weekend.


•August 21, 2018 • 2 Comments

at least they don’t look knobbly?

Mwa ha ha !

•August 20, 2018 • 17 Comments

I’ve been to an event over the weekend, but I spent the evenings in my workshop. It still needs polishing, hallmarking, and gold plating, but…

IIt weighs a ton, I’ll be walking with a list when I wear it, and I’ll have to be careful I don’t take someone’s eye out when I gesticulate.

And I still think it’s hilariously ugly.

christmas present

•August 16, 2018 • 11 Comments

Next year at Evesham we’re meant to be doing a royal display, dateline 1265, and the other week when I was there on my own to do the fashion show I realised something very important.

I can’t wear my c12th dress, because it’s too old fashioned for the dateline.

I can’t wear my new eagle silk dress, because it matches the king’s

And I can’t make something from the gorgeous orange silk in my stash, because it’s leftover from the king’s bed hangings, and I don’t want to match the curtains.

So I decided to spend the rest of the christmas money my dad gave me. The exchange rate isn’t great, but I figured if I wait until next year I might have to pay customs because of F***ing brexit.

So I got this

They did have it at Christmas when dad gave me the money, but to be honest I wasn’t sure, but I’m glad I bought it now because it’s much nicer in the flesh than it was on sartor’s shop. It’s not as shiny as some of the other silks, being a twill rather than satin weave, but it’s much much heavier than any of the other silks I’ve had from them, and drapes beautifully.

It will be a close sleeved dress, and I want to do some embrodiery for it, and possibly some enamels, so I’m not going to cut it yet. I will store it away with the graphed out pattern I made before ordering – I made inquiries about the exact pattern size and arrangement and spent several days working out the most effective cut whilst keeping the design direction, I can get a 3/4 circle skirt out of 3.9 m, but I ordered 4.2 to be on the safe side.

but I might leave it out and stroke it a bit more before I put it away.

I also got a half metre of this, which is a narrow width of c8th design in a silk linen mix. I don’t actually have a use for it, but I was curious because I don’t think I’ve come across a silk linen brocade before. It’s very very stiff, almost cardboardy. I’m tempted to use some to face a small reliquary box.

I really needed the delivery to cheer me up last night, tbh, I’d had a horrible time. Branston’s fur over the last month or so has grown inexplicably longer and thicker, and his belly has become dreadlocks. Normally the only way to groom him is in the car (no idea why, he has always hated being groomed no matter how gently) but with the heatwave it’s been impossible to do anything. Last night I’d spent an hour fighting with him in the car, then Gareth had come to help, but he wouldn’t let the comb near him(I try to get a comb behind the matts so I can cut them without cutting branston, but they were so bad the comb wouldn’t go through them). We removed about half a pound of tangled fluff but only got halfway through the problem – we even tried Gareth’s beard clippers, which he seemed not to mind, but they were no use. He might have to go to the vet and be sedated and shaved at this rate because I wouldn’t dare ask a pet groomer, my arms are shredded and I couldn’t do that to someone else.

The worst part is that he’s not the most sweet tempered cat at the best of times, but having a tangled tummy makes him even worse because he’s uncomfortable, so he’s been a nightmare for weeks. I can’t remember the last time I walked past him without getting smacked, and he’s no better his morning because we didn’t get all the tangles.

Anyway I got so stressed out by my psycho cat I spent half an hour full on snot sobbing bawling my eyes out, then there was a nice parcel to cheer me up.

Branston doesn’t understand what the fuss was about, or why I wasn’t speaking to him all evening. he came for his bedtime cuddle like he hadn’t been trying to kill me a few hours earlier. I think he has more than one screw loose to be honest. Anyone else would give him to the cat’s home.

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