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So we all knew we were going to Seattle. Yay! Beautiful climate, at least as far as we were concerned, new Coastline, new culture, new, new, and yeah, new. Brian was going to a Prowler squadron for three years, deploying from various locations in tension fraught areas, rather than from a ship, so he was happy. Back to air, different format, good for his brown shoe career. We got the good news back in January, and have been doing a little happy dance ever since.

That all changed last week. The day I had my surgery. Found out that his orders had disappeared, no clue why yet, and yes, he is doing covert investigation to find out why, though it really does not matter in the end. The choice of orders they gave him were basically desk jobs, nothing to further his career, and most definitely NOT on Whidbey Island, WA. Buggers. So, he buggerd them and told them to bugger off and took orders to Afghanistan for 365 days. He reports to San Dog sometime in October, and he wants me to be settled in Nashville before then. This means that just after having surgery on both knees I found out that our pack out date was moved up by about 12 weeks, first part of July now, and our move date is first part of August. It is all a mess, but will coalesce like it is supposed to.

And the good news for the day is that Brian gave me two morphine and two benadryl before he left for work at about 5, and then when Shevy woke up at about 8 she did the same. So definitely me having a far out kind of lazy day. Told Brian he needs to put a chart up on my medicine chest. I really do not remember either of them giving me pills. Good thing my MS Contin is the baby dose and not a REAL dose, right?

Life just got jump started into major high gear for me, must get my act together, must get these people to sift and sort quickly so we can be ready for the move.
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Arilyn came up to me a few minutes ago and made this announcement:

"I am a linguist."

"Oh?" I queried her, What languages are you proficient in?

"Klingon, Vulcan, Romulan, Xindi (all five species but especially fluent in Insectoid), Denobulan, Caterpillar (almost proficient), Human (I was born like that), Fly, Ladybird, and finally Fairy. Oh, and Bat. I can also sing in all of those languages."
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We have been very happy in England. We love living here and would stay if we could. One of the strongest ties that we have with America is the food. We have come to realize this after asking numerous other American service members stationed overseas. Of course, everyone first says that they miss their families, or most people do, and then, after a brief ponder they universally state that they miss the food. The wide variety that is so easily available in most large American cities, which is of course where most of us service type folks have lived for at least part of our lives. Sushi by the dozen, Thai just around the corner, Chinese, Vietnamese, Italian,, Indian (how we miss those lunch buffets at the Indian restaurants in Nashville!)...and then, the most important restaurant, at least in Arilyn's opinion, Cracker Barrel. Yeah, I know I can and do cook everything they do as good or better, but there is something special about Cracker Barrel and we love it.

Arilyn was so sure there would be one in Washington, maybe even two, and she never even considered that the Cracker Barrel empire had not extended from sea to shining sea. We looked it up this morning, and found this statement on their page:

"There are no Cracker Barrel Old Country Stores in the state of Washington at this time, but we are growing fast! Cracker Barrel always chooses new locations that are easy to get to from the interstate highway system, and since there are interstates in Washington , it's possible that a Cracker Barrel will open up here..."

She is still in a pout. She said she is going to write Cracker Barrel and tell them they need to open one there before we get there. Here's to hoping!


Apr. 7th, 2009 03:30 pm
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Apparently entredeux is not only unavailable here, but the shop people act like I am asking for a three headed red headed baby when I try to explain what it is. I even googled it, with exactly no luck. Cannot properly make machine heirloom clothing without it, though there are instances you can use the machine to do a type of hemstitching, which works alright for doing insertions and such, but does nothing for attaching gathered lace. No, this is not some modern, new-fangled invention. There are plenty of examples of entredeux used in vintage British clothing, but apparently the whole heirloom clothing revival kick that has taken America by storm has not even made a dent here.

Long and short of it is that I am going to have to change Arilyn's gown design, which is a sore point for me. I can manage, she is not happy about it, but we will adapt.

In other news today, apparently Farmer Pete has spread lovely, fresh manure all over the fields surrounding our house. The house reeks of manure, every room, in spite of the plethora of Air Wick products currently employed.

The Easter Lilies are starting to bloom. That is something good, right?
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As we are not going to Kentwell this year, of course I am directing my creative energies in other directions. At the moment I am working on a little frock for Miss A to wear to the formal base closure ceremony, which is to be held later this month. The design is a Victorian middy dress. We did a lot of consulting together on this, and she is very excited about it. I show her my drawings, the materials, and now that I am starting work on some of the components, I will show her each step of that as I make progress.

I am trying to nail her down to decide on which linen she wants. Her choices are lavender or pale mint. Ordinarily I would vote for the lavender, but it is really not a true lavender, more of a pale purple, and I am afraid that it would be too much of a contrast with the white French laces I will be using. I have both of the linens here, so no delay on waiting for them to get here so I can begin the project. I also have the French laces, leftover from when I had my business making heirloom clothing. I am going to start with the lace shapes, bows, that are going to go around the skirt horizontally in a band that is edged with more of the lace on either side. The lace above and below the band will be connected with entredeux, which I already know I do not have enough of. I need to get about 6 yards of it. I have plenty of ecru, but not enough white, of course.

The collar will be of white zula linen from Whaley's-Bradford, with an insertion of lace about an inch in from the edge, the three inch wide gathered lace edging extending beyond the shoulder line. I am doing shadow work embroidery, which works up quickly and is very lovely. I have drawn the embroidery design myself, so not exactly perfect but she loves it and that is all that counts. The main motif is her monogram, with an A and M interwoven. It is always painful for me to draw anything, and I hate this part of heirloom sewing and embroidery in general. She asked for violets to go on the collar, and she loves the design that I did for [ profile] elaine242's wedding handkerchief, so I dragged that out of my basket and copied it with some minor adjustments.

Now I am waiting for the zula to arrive, but will be well worth the wait. I received a sample and just flipped over the quality. It is by far the nicest fine linen I have ever worked with. When doing shadow work it is really important to have fabric with a close weave, but you want it to be fine enough to see the shading from the thread crossing beneath the design. This linen is perfect for this. Other than waiting on the linen, I need to go and find some suitable embroidery threads. Unfortunately I am going to wind up having to use cotton threads instead of the silks that I prefer, but it will work out. There are no shops in the area that carry silks, and I am really going to have to carefully match these colours.

Time to get to work shaping bows!
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Being a good Southern girl, I adore chicken livers. Gotta have them with lots of sauteed onions, gravy and mash. Corn is nice, and biscuits a necessity. My daddy makes the best I have ever had, probably better than mine, which I have told him. I think that my dad would flip if he came here to the UK and made fried chicken livers, like I did the other night.

Now, I know my way around chicken livers and have been cooking them for over 30 years. I have to say that the livers that I cooked the other night in no way resembled their American cousins, save in colour, but maybe not even that. The texture of the raw liver was so firm, which is to say nothing at all like American livers, which tend to be very soft in comparsion. These livers were fleshy and had a well defined shape that stood up admirably to being handled through egg wash and flour breading. Like their cousins across the pond, they also popped and splattered miserably when being fried, but I was prepared and kept a cookie sheet between myself and the hot fat at all times. When they were nicely browned to a golden hue, I took them from the fat and carefully drained them. There was not even the smallest morsel left by the time that we were finished with dinner.

I don't know why this was such a big thing for me. Have no clue as to why the Brit chicken livers were so incredible. I just know that we had a great meal the other night.

You can take the girl out of the South, but you can't take the South of of the girl, or something like that.



Feb. 13th, 2009 12:17 pm
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I have been trying to find bobbin lace classes for a while. My recent trip back to the States resulted in my mother-in-law giving me a bobbin lace book, which again prompted me to redouble my efforts to find someone to teach me lace making. After some investigation, I found that they had classes scheduled last year in Wadebridge at an adult learning center, but there was not enough interest so the classes never materialized. Needless to say they are not even bothering to schedule classes this year. I called the school and gave them my contact info to pass along to the lace teacher and she just called me back! I am so excited! She sounded very surprised that I was so interested, and she was positively glowing when I told her she would have two students. Arilyn of course cannot wait for the classes to start! We are going to be driving about an hour to her house, where she will work with us once a week. She is starting us with torchon lace, which is primarily geometric, as she believes that this will best teach us the basics of working with the bobbins. Speaking of bobbins, she is going to loan us everything we need to get started, bobbins, pillows, everything, and if we like it as much as we think we will she can sell us supplies.

Am I tickled PINK?

You bet!!!
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I feel as if I am coming along well with my embroidery and research. I am trying to practice working on velvet and having trouble getting the design onto the velvet. I tried putting a bit of tearaway interfacing on the back and stitching with a running stitch over the design. Problem was that you could not really see the stitching through the pile. I went back and did backstitch over the running stitch, and I think this will work. I am doing a bit of plaited braid in the gold passing thread and some Brussels stitch in GST. We shall see how it goes. I will post pics soon.

We are getting settled into life without Pop, but of course we all miss him. I know that it has been really hard for Brian, for a lot of reasons, but he seems to be doing alright. We came home the other day and saw Farmer Pete offloading sheepies in the field across from the house. That definitely made Brian and Arilyn smile and it helps to give them something light hearted to focus on. Brian has had a thing about sheep since his early SCA days, and he has a lot of sheep related gifts, so it is something easy that puts a smile on his face. They bleat softly during the night, we hear them during the day sometimes as well. Sheep. BaaaaaaaAAAaaaa.

I am annoyed with my laptop because I seem to have problems with it somehow going up and erasing huge bits of print that I have typed, or the cursor will magically insert itself in a different place on the page, so I start typing in the wrong line. Not sure why this keeps happening, but I just lost an entire bit about the pastry that I made the other day, which was definitely the best I have ever made. This coming from an aware winning cook, so trust me it was a good pastry. I used a bit of goose fat, butter and lard, and then two eggs and milk. It was fabulous. I called daddy and gave him the proportions so he could give it a try, but he said that he had never seen goose fat. Needless to say I have to send him some in my next package home.

Yesterday I made a batch of soap with goat milk, oats and honey, and used avocado, almond, grapeseed and olive oil, as well as tallow. This is a first for me because I have never used animal products in my soap before. I have always used palm or coconut oil in my soap to help provide a stable lather and firm bar, but I cannot seem to easily find either of those here in Cornwall. Tallow is a time honored ingredient in soaps, so I gave it a whirl. Some people do not like how the goat milk gives it a brown colour, so they go to extreme lengths and freeze the milk before adding the lye to it. I really kind of like the earthy colour and feel that it matches the rich natural fragrance of the soap. I have to admit that the batch seems to be very good so far, and I am off now to go take a shower and try it out.
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So, Emma is really enjoying her surgical rotation at Vandy. Big surprise, I know. I told her not to worry, that she would find her niche, and of course it is the niche that she long ago knew she wanted to be part of.

Anyway. She is fiending for some new fantasy books to read. To give you an idea of what she enjoys, she has read the Tamora Pierce novels so many times that I think she has had to replace several of her books. She had this to say today about them: "Oh and I started reading the tamora pierce books that go w/ will of the empress. You can definately tell that they are some of her earlier books. Not really all that great. I think she's trying to do too much w/ introducing 4 character stories all at once in such a small book. Will of the Empress was pretty well written, so I'm hoping that these books get better as I go along. They are still entertaining and it's always nice to escape into her fantasy worlds. Not Tortall w/ alannna, george, and jonathan. But still good :-"

She loves a good story with strong character development. She likes a story that pulls you in and makes you want to know more about what is going down with the people. It is all about the people for her. She is not a fan of the Terry Goodkind books, to give you an idea of what she does not like. Never having read them I cannot really tell you what her specific dislikes are. She has read the Robert Jordan books several times and enjoys them immensely.

So, any suggestions for my girl? She needs good books to read when she is on call and the nights are long and slow. I am putting this out there because I know a lot of my friends are voracious readers and will hopefully have some good ideas.

Thanks in advance.
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I am just wondering who on earth hacked my account and put this interesting photo in of Eeyore as my default photo. I have never even seen this image...Brian knows nothing about it, so, who did it?


Jan. 16th, 2009 12:22 am
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We lost Brian's dad this evening to his fight with Parkinson's. It has been a tough battle, and it was time to lay down the gloves and let go. Brian, his mom and brothers were there with Pop to the end, and it was a difficult thing for them all. Arilyn and I plan to join them in a couple of days. From what I understand there will be a nice service with many local people in attendance. Pop was very involved in the community, as evidenced by the crowd that came by to pay their respects to him over the past couple of days in the hospice.

The kids are doing as well as they can, but it seems to be hitting Shevaun really hard. She did not get to spend a lot of time with him, but he has been a strong influence on her since she was about 7 or so. She told me tonight that she just cannot think of him as gone yet. She is not traveling with us to the funeral because she is in the middle of a lot going on in school and has her interviews with several Unis next week. I understand and respect her choice. I know how much she loves Pop Pop and how much she will miss him. She is trying to make her peace with her loss in her own way.

Joseph leaves tomorrow for a visit with Shevy in London. They are going to try to get out and see some sights, take in a bit of London culture, and enjoy a performance of Carmina Burana at the o2 arena as well. I am really struggling to be the brave mom and not cry too much at the thought of him leaving, but it is hard. So much already, and to have to say goodbye to him as well is just....ish.

I am going to pack tomorrow, and am keeping Ari home from school. I need to get things ready for our trip, including dealing with the animals, giving food away, etc.

this just sucks. We knew he was going downhill, but somehow it is easier to be pragmatic about it until the end actually gets here. No platitudes really work, you know? I mean, I know he is in a better place, but dammit, why can't we beat this Parkinson's so that these people can live longer and healthier?

I can't even think clearly with half of the brain cell I am using tonight. It is definitely time for bed. I will leave my thoughts on sharing my love via food for another day.
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Arilyn's school, St. Columb Minor Primary, does this thing every year when they go without technology in order to teach the kids to appreciate their Nintendos and Sky boxes. Well, I am sure that is not really their intention, but that is one of the end results. Another aspect of course is that the kids learn about a different time period and get a little more up close and personal with it. Arilyn did a report on sewing machines and how they revolutionized the way that clothes were made, how it changed the jobs of the workforce, and while she was at it she threw in the bit about the patent war between Howe and Singer.

I admit, I just was not really thrilled with the idea of having to make her an outfit to wear for one day, and Emma pointed out to me that Arilyn actually already had a little frock that looked remarkably like one that we had come across in our internet sleuthing. I dragged it out, and with some much needed pressing it actually looked quite presentable. Especially for the purpose it had to fulfill. I think she looked adorable, but then, I am biased.

Edit: I tried to insert an image, using that dandy little insert image thingie in the editor and it won't work. Didn't work yesterday either for that matter. Maybe it does not like picasa or something, but here is the link:

Arilyn tried to con me into going without technology today, but as I pointed out to her, we already go without heat other than wood, so I just was not sure how much else I was willing to go without. And anyway, we go to Kentwell and live more or less with no modern conveniences, during the day at least, and I figure that is my contribution to showing my support of historical education, at least as far as making do without my Star Trek (Voyager, DS9, Enterprise and Next Generation).
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It has been cold here in Cornwall. Ridiculously cold. Before any of my friends up in Michigan (you know who you are!) start rolling their eyes, let me remind you that I live in this old house with 2 foot thick granite walls that has wooden floors on the first floor that are set about a foot off the dirt with no sub-flooring, AND in case you have forgotten, 2 inch thick slate flooring that is directly on the dirt for the majority of the first floor. Oh, and the ceramic tile foyer and porch. So yeah, major cold. I am sitting by the fire now and feeling the air just whooshing up through the charmingly quaint pine flooring that has shrunk with age. When Joseph went to take a shower yesterday the shower puff thing was frozen.

And yes, there was ice, on the inside of the windows.
It never thawed out all of Monday and by Tuesday had developed interesting feathers and looked really cool, but just reminded me of how cold it really is in my house. The kitchen is registering at about 35-40 degrees most days, so I try to keep meal prep to a minimum. I do dishes to warm my hands while working in there.

I suppose it will all make a great story to tell my grandkids, or for Arilyn to tell hers, but it is kind of a drag for now. We bought another load of wood last week and it is still so green that we really cannot even burn it yet. We are resorting to using duraflame logs, coal and some splinters of the new wood, but for the most part it is just a smoky mess in the parlor, and that is the only room we are heating. Layers, we all wear many of them, even to bed, where we sleep under layers of down comforters, quilts and wool blankets. Arilyn goes to sleep with a hot water bottle that she loves like a best friend.

So definitely character building, I suppose.

Sadness in the heart is really the main thing that we are dealing with just now. The weather is something we make jokes about, we laugh about we get through. How do you prepare to lose a parent? I know that you just have to get through it, and realize that it is going to happen to all of us, but really, how do you prepare? I don't think you can, you just accept it and work through the process. Brian's dad has been going downhill since we moved here, and he has been in and out of the hospital over the past year. He was hospitalized with septicemia, as well as a multitude of other issues, a few days ago, and they are moving him to a hospice today. Brian is burying himself in work, really struggling to stay focused and vital at his job, because he is just not ready to sit down and deal with his grief of where his dad is in this process. Arilyn loves her grandfather dearly, and this will be a hard blow for her as well. He is 65. I just wish that we could have had more time with him, but it is not meant to be. We will be fine, get through it, as everyone does, but right now there is sadness tempering our hearts.
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The last time I saw Joseph was this time two years ago, when the whole family spent Christmas together in Jacksonville. I got to see Rory when he came home for leave from Iraq last summer. I flew to the states and spent two weeks in Nashville. I nearly died in the heat and humidity, but it was so great to be surrounded by family and to be able to spend time with Rory. Joseph had been planning on spending his leave in Nashville as well, but I was not going to be able to fly back over in January to visit. Then he told me about a week ago that he was coming here at the end of January, instead of going to Nashville. Surprise, shock and excitement! Then I found out yesterday that he was at the airport in Afghanistan waiting for his plane to Kuwait! He called me at 7 this morning to tell me he will be here TOMORROW!!!

Don't get me wrong. I am thrilled to have my girls here visiting, but oh, I am singing with joy at the thought of my boy home, out of the war for a while.

Every family has traditions. One of ours is New Year's Day brunch. This is a big deal in our family, and if I change anything, leave out a dish, forget to use the Noritake Valhalla china, it is a travesty in the eyes of my children. The menu must include Eggs Benedict with home made Hollandaise sauce, steamed broccoli with more of the Hollandaise sauce, sticky breakfast rolls made with a recipe we got from Jane Turvaville 20 years ago, fruit salad and various desserts. Oh, and with OJ and Champagne. Brunch does not start until a properly late hour of about 1 in the afternoon, sometimes later, and we usually wind up sitting around the table afterwards and listening to the kids play guitar and laugh together.

So, yeah, Kimbi is a happy girl today!

Other news is that Brian's detailer wrote him last night that he has penciled Brian in for orders to go to Whidbey Island when we leave here. He will be with a land based squadron of Prowlers and is happy not to be going to another boat. So we will be living near Seattle, on an island, which btw got a lot of snow last weekend. New possibilities, new challenges ahead.

We are all excited about the coming year.
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You know, a pot of stew that you put a little of this and a little of that. Some leftovers, some new, but it all comes together to make something. Not sure if it is edible.

I tried to get in the Thanksgiving spirit, really I did. It is difficult for me though, with four of my five kids scattered on the winds. But yes, we did have a small dinner, quiet and peaceful, and we reflected on the things we are thankful for.

I miss my kids, worry about them, love them and send them my blessings always.

For Thanksgiving, we usually all sit around the table that has been in my family for generations, and we each list one thing we are thankful for. The last time we sat together for Thanksgiving we seated 14 including a few almost family friends. The guitars were brought out, the boys sat around playing, trying to make a nice background for dessert, and the candles burned into the night as we sat and shared a special time together. So, this year was kind of blah for me, thinking about none of them being home, again. When I walked into the parlor, where Brian had set up the desk so that we could eat by the fire instead of freezing to death in the dining room, I saw that he had set up a special place setting. I almost cried, really, and still think it is one of the sweetest things he has ever done for me. The setting represents the four kids that are not with us this year, and the candles shine bright with the promise that we will all be together in spirit, connected by love.

Christmas 2006 was the last time we were all together, and we promised that we would all be together again for Christmas 2009 here in Cornwall. Thanks to base closings our base here is scheduled to close before then so we have no clue yet where we will be, but I am determined for the Winter holiday to find us gathered around a tree filled to overflowing with treasured ornaments, a kitchen filled with the fragrance of good food, a house filled with laughter and music.

That said, I am really trying hard to stay positive this year. I had no clue in 2006 just how difficult it would be to get through these two years with no kidlets. I try not to think of the boys being gone to Iraq and Afghan, but rather try to keep focused ahead on next year. Emma will be here in less than three weeks and we have fun stuffs planned for her visit, and yes, Shevy will be here as well, but it is obvious that we are all working hard to keep each other's spirits up. If one of us starts to dwell on the obvious fact that the boys are not home, again, then someone else will bring in a diversionary tactic.

I had gotten all excited because there was a strong possibility that Rory would be back in Germany and out of Iraq by Christmas. He was not going to be able to make travel arrangements so that he could visit so soon after returning from his deployment, but at least he was going to be out of Iraq. Well, Rory told me today that he is going out on a last mission and that I won't hear from him until he actually gets to Germany, so well after Christmas, possibly after New Year's. So, time to start scrubbing floors, something to keep my diverted, if you will.

The Girl Scouts on our base made up a huge (really ridiculously HUGE) box of stuff to send to Joseph's unit (because Rory had already told me he could no longer receive mail in Iraq) and I had a lot of fun working together with them as they were putting it together. Each girl made a lovely little card and drew pretty stuffs on it. I think that Joseph's friends will get a kick out of it and I am looking forward to hearing from him when he receives it.

We spent this past weekend with our friends [ profile] myladyswardrobe and [ profile] edmndclotworthy. It was a lovely time, as always when we are with them. Bess and I hammered out ideas for Kentwell costumes and we went to the Kentwell reunion. A good time, truly. Oh, I am going to miss them when we leave.

At any rate, I am going to spif up around the house and try to put some things in order so as to be better prepared when Miss Emma arrives. I need to get a fire going for sure. We are definitely into real Winter here, you know, where it is colder IN the house than OUT of it.

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This is so exciting! I love the original, and indeed it is no wonder that all of my children have this music ingrained in their genetic make-up. There is something very appropriate about Marilyn Manson singing "This is Halloween", and Amy Lee does an outstanding job of "Sally's Song". I won't give anymore away, go and check it out for yourself. A Nightmare Revisited...
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So, Rory is back for a day or so, and I am not sure exactly when he will leave or where he will be going. When I got home from a command picnic there was an IM from him with a link to the photos that he put up from the burn unit. They are sickening, heartbreaking and utterly tragic. Just looking at them really brings into focus the fact that this war is not just between adults, it is not just between soldiers who want to kill each other. Sometimes, a lot of the time, innocent families get caught in the fray, and this is the result. This war is not unique in that fact, it always happens during the madness of conflict that erupts to war. And some will say that much chaos must be endured for the greater good, the ultimate goal, some people argue that there are no innocents in this war, but I have to wonder how much any of that means to these kids. Warning: most of the images are painfully graphic.
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Due to the fact that the silk I ordered two weeks ago only left the States on Tuesday, I have come to the unfortunate conclusion that it will not arrive in time for me to build my gown for the Battle of Britain ball. I am rather fussed about this, as I had my heart set on the azure shot with charcoal dupion.

Never the less, I need a gown, and I simply am not going to pay $26 a yard for it from Truro Fabrics, and I have not seen anything close to what I like online in the UK. So. I went scrounging through my stash and I found a piece of tangerine shot with raspberry. Vastly different from my original plans, but I think it will be hot.

The pattern is a Vintage Vogue, below mid-calf (48" from the base of my neck)with the ruffled edge of the petticoat extending another 8" to make it a total of 56" long, just above my ankle. This is not a formal ball, as in the gowns do not have to be floor length. It will be tea length, or ballet length, or whatever they are calling that length these days. I will wear little black patent leather peep-toe Magdesians with it.

From 21st Century Sewing

Crazy or hot?
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KnightHwk5 (9:18:46 AM): might be gone for a couple of days
KnightHwk5 (9:18:49 AM): but I love you
chindorable (9:18:54 AM): hey
chindorable (9:18:59 AM): well so what is up?
KnightHwk5 (9:19:08 AM): just going to a children's burn clinic
chindorable (9:19:12 AM): oooooh
chindorable (9:19:14 AM): Rory
chindorable (9:19:17 AM): that is going to be hard
chindorable (9:19:19 AM): :(
KnightHwk5 (9:19:21 AM): I'm sure
KnightHwk5 (9:19:25 AM): but I gotta get going mom
KnightHwk5 (9:20:27 AM): I'll write from down there if they have internet
chindorable (9:20:29 AM): burns are hard, but try to help them smile
KnightHwk5 (9:20:35 AM): yep
KnightHwk5 (9:20:37 AM): ciao
chindorable (9:20:38 AM): I know you can do it
chindorable (9:20:40 AM): love :)

Technically he cannot tell me that he *will* be gone for a couple of days, so he says he *might*. He has volunteered to go and work at a local burn clinic for kids. Realizing of course that these are not household burns, but the price of this (un)holy war that continues in the Middle East, they are likely to be beyond anything we can imagine here in our safe world.

Rory is a good medic. He has saved the lives of soldiers since he has been there, and has had the heartbreak of trying to save the life of a baby who was injured in an IED explosion. Yeah, those wonderful IEDs do not just get our troops, they also kill and maim civilians. They have no prejudice, they destroy without asking which side you are on.

I never wanted my boys to have to deal with this sort of thing. Joseph has been there, done that, and is now over in Afghanistan doing it again. He has a brutal winter ahead of him, but as he put it, at least the fighters generally go home to their villages when the snows begin. We can hope. Rory is stationed in Baghdad, but that means that he actually lives there and goes with his unit whenever they go out on a mission. I do not know specifics about what they do, but I know enough.

And so, a quick IM was all I got, but at least I have that to hold onto. I leave my computer up most of the time, just to catch a message like that, in case one of the boys pops on for a minute and can leave me word of what is happening with them. They frequently are out on a mission for up to 6 weeks at a time, and when they are gone I find myself hovering near the computer, hoping for word from them. That is why I moved the computer to the kitchen, so it would be down here and not so inaccessible on the third floor.

I miss them both, terribly, but know that they are helping others to survive, and that makes it somehow easier for me.

I start the wait now, until I hear the IM signal on my computer, and know that one of my boys is back at a computer, back at some level of civilization. Christmas of 2009. We will all be together again then.

God speed and good luck, boyo. Know that I love you always, every day.
chindora: (Kentwell)
A few months ago I asked Mr. Barnes at Golden Threads if it would be possible to have silver plated passing thread made up so that I could try my hand with silver as opposed to gold when working the plaited braid stitch. He replied that indeed silver was available, and they could also do copper. I really don't think I would want copper because of how the copper oxidizes but Brian does not like gold particularly and I would like to be able to do some plaited braid in silver on some of his costume pieces. Mr. Barnes just called to tell me that the silver plaited thread is in the post, so I have something really cool to look forward to when I get home Monday.

Excited does not cover it. Tickled pink, maybe.
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