chindora: (Kimbi hat)
I know, I am still not finished with my sampler, and have not even started the pin cushions, but I have a few other projects in the wings that are pushing their way to the fore. One is a purse, an evening bag, that I have designed. It will have coiling goldwork vines of plaited braid, and polychrome silk embroidery.

I have been thinking about how to make my embroidery more relevant for me today, and I guess that a 21st century evening bag fit the bill. I love having my samplers and other period embroidery, but one of my daughters was the one who really encouraged me to try to do something that could be used and appreciated in a modern setting.

The design is based off of the textiles I have studied over the past eight years. I have tried to remain true to the period designs, and at the same time make the over all look appropriate for the modern aesthetic. I left out the caterpillars, butterflies, bees, grasshoppers and other little critters that were so commonly used to fill the empty spaces, and that are so dear to me, utilising only tendrils of gold thread and a toss of spangles instead. It about broke my heart to close the beak on the bird and to omit the half eaten worm that I usually have dangling from the bird's beak, but I was striving for elegant and beautiful. The sad face on the broken worm may be witty and entirely appropriate for the coif, but I felt it out of place here.

I had originally thought to make the bag out of a short black velvet, but I think I have shifted to black linen. I am not going to embroider the back, only the front. I am going to convince my mum to make a beaded chain strap that will make it a shoulder bag. The approximate size is 6.5"x7.5". I will line it in silk, not sure which one yet, and it will have a small picket inside. The top closure is a hidden zip.

I have no clue of how to effectively transfer the design. My thought process was to perhaps pounce it with a light powder and then do a tiny light coloured running stitch around the entire design. In theory that is not such a bad idea, but it will sure add a lot of work to the project.

Does anyone have a better idea?
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Arilyn's 5th grade class has been studying colonial life in America. They had a little project, a frieze, where the kids were given assignments to complete at home, and bring the completed artwork back in to include in the frieze. Arilyn, having lived in Cornwall, naturally piped up that she wanted to make a pub, because if the colonists were anything like true Brits they would have to have a pub nearby. She was given the assignment, with the size guidelines, and media suggestions. She got online, did research into what a colonial pub house might have looked like, and then she went to work. She designed, drew, and painted this herself. I went to school on Friday to take a photo to show her brothers and sisters, because they do not exactly live around the corner from her school anymore.

While I was there, I ran into one of the other parents from her class. We talked briefly, and I told her I was on my way to the classroom to take this photo. I was rather surprised when she frowned a bit, and then said to me, "You know, Arilyn's work made all of the other kids look bad. You really should not try to encourage her to out do everyone else all the time."

Shock does not adequately describe my feelings, but I managed to stay polite, and told the mom that Arilyn had only done what she always does, which is to say her best, and that she was in no way showing off or trying to outshine anyone else.

We went our separate ways, and I took the photo, which I will include here. I do not think that Arilyn did anything wrong by doing her best, and I have no plans to pass on that mother's words to her. Nor will I stop encouraging her to explore and do her best.

chindora: (Kimbi hat)
Tonight, I was on my way to a class about how to make mead, and I looked over and saw the moon rising over Ostrich Bay, turned around, and headed back for home. I had really wanted to go to this mead making class, and had laid in a five pound bag of boysenberries in the freezer, as well as a big jar of honey, but I had to change my plans as soon as I saw that moon.

I went home, gathered a surprised Arilyn up, whilst mumbling some excuse or another about why I was not at my class, and Ari and I bundled up for a walk. Shevaun was buried in work, having three papers due this weekend, and stayed home to try to get ahead. We took Hoshi, of course, and the three of us walked down to Ostrich Bay.

The moon was dazzling in her beauty, and we watched as the clouds slowly drifted, the ever changing evening gown that the moon wore by far more beautiful than any wrought terrestrially. And so, we stood on a little foot landing that afforded us this beautiful view, and watched the lights twinkle in the houses across the water, and saw their reflections strewn across the ephemeral trees that were likewise cast across the mirror surface of the bay.

Silence, cold silence, save for the occasional whiffle of some water bird that was up the cove from us. We spoke our prayers, singly, together, for our families, for ourselves, filled with joy, and peace.

Such a beautiful evening we spent, the girl child, Hoshi and I. As we walked home along the bay, savoring the last of our time together this evening, Arilyn said that this would always be her favourite full moon for the rest of her life. I smiled to myself, glad that I had listened to that inner voice and turned around to go home.

With Brian gone, the onus is on me to create a balanced home life for everyone. We are being supportive of Shevaun as she begins college and works full time, so that means that one of us runs her to work at the mall if it is at all possible. That means me now. If Arilyn is home in bed, and it is 9:30, that means us now. That part I am kinda hating, but will manage.

I also have to get Arilyn to her other activities, like harp lessons and fencing lessons. We are no longer going to Tacoma for fencing once a week, because we found out that they are having fencing in Poulsbo twice a week. It is a fifteen minute drive for us now, and will only be about five minutes, maybe ten, when we are moved to Bangor. This is a very good thing, but it eats up one more night a week. Harp lessons are on Monday evenings, and she was invited today to participate in a harp ensemble over in Tacoma. The South Sound Strings ensemble meets on Saturday afternoons at the Puget Sound University. While all of this is wonderful, and I am thrilled that she has these opportunities, I no longer own Tuesday or Thursday evenings, which were meeting nights, and my Saturdays are gone as well. I cannot fathom how I can possibly work the SCA in with that schedule. I thought I had everything nicely dovetailed, back when she was busy on Mondays and Wednesdays, but this new schedule is going to be challenging.

I don't know how I ever managed with four little ones at home, and all of the things they did. I am sure that I can make this work.

Every day is a new adventure, indeed, and I am grateful for the challenges that I have that help me to grow, even when sometimes I feel that I cannot see my way out of the corn patch.
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I have to get started on this move. Tomorrow. Brian is of course gone, and won't return until two days before we actually start to move. The packers are supposed to be getting here on February 15th, and it will take them two days to pack. Then it will take a day to load the truck, and probably a day to offload. I am hoping that we are sleeping in our own beds in our new house on Friday, February 18th. Crossing my fingers. In the meantime, there is a ton of stuff to get done, because I really do not want to be losing a lot of stuff again. I thought I had everything pretty well organized for the last move, but those jokers lost so much stuff that it was ridiculous. I will have Brian and maybe Shevaun for some of the time, so between the three of us hopefully we can supervise them, and lessen the risk of losing stuff.

I want to embroider, and Arilyn has two embroidery projects she is excited about, as well as her Hitty doll and Eleanor doll that we are carving.

Fun stuff is going to have to wait for a few weeks, but I suppose it will be worth it.

chindora: (Kimbi hat)
After talking with the housing office on Tuesday, and being informed that we would probably not be moving until March or possibly April, I was very shocked to receive a phone call yesterday afternoon informing me that they have a house ready for us to move into in less than a month. I am still kind of reeling, because this is going to mean a lot of high power moving preparations, and of course Brian is pulling out for two months next week. Of course.

I am going to go look at the house today, check out the schools that are available to us over there, and in general get a feel for the situation. There is no law that says we have to leave here, and in fact, if we decide to stay here that is fine too. We are currently living in Jackson Park navy housing, in a town house, and we are being offered a single family dwelling over at Bangor.

The biggest advantage to us moving would be more space, and that is something we would really enjoy. It will add about 20 minutes to Brian's drive to and from work, so that may be a bit of a bummer, but he used to drive 45 minutes to Mayport, in Jacksonville, so this is not going to be heinous.

Apparently there are two schools that are within a mile of each other, so we are looking into that as well.

Another benefit is that we will be somewhat closer to Bainbridge Island, and our friends there, as well as Poulsbo, which has some great shopping.

All in all, this is a move we have been looking forward to since we moved here, so I am thrilled, but not really overjoyed at another move so soon.

I really want to know who Brian paid off to get this move arranged for while he was gone. Again.
chindora: (Kentwell)
After having had several people ask me to resurrect the Elizabethan and Jacobean Embroidery Group online, I did so, but really was not sure what kind of response we would get. Before I moved the group to another server, we had a total of 34 members. There was a general dislike of the new system, and the group fell into rapid decay. Sadness, but I was in the middle of a cross Atlantic move, and then a wedding, and then another move, and so on. I just did not have the time or energy to try to inject enthusiasm back into the group, and as it seemed nobody was really all that interested, I just let things lay as they were. Bad me.

Several of the former members, as well as a few new ones, had expressed an interest in me re-forming the group, and a suggestion was made to move it over to Yahoo from Google groups. I sent out some invites on Monday afternoon, and as of tonight I have added 88 people to the new group. 88!!! To say that I am thrilled is an understatement.

My hope is that this group will be a place where novice, expert and everyone in between can find something to help them further their interest in embroidery of this style. From looking at the list of people who have requested membership, I know that there is a very good cross-section of people. We have some who are nationally recognized for their work in this field, as well as others, such as myself, that are just really keen on furthering our skills. This is so exciting! We cannot expect a field like this to grow and stay relevant unless we get together and share our knowledge, and our enthusiasm.

I am hoping that people will pass this along to others who are of a like mind.

And now off to cut out pantalettes, smocks and petticoats for Arilyn's new 6.5" wooden and papier mache dolls that we are building. Not even going to talk about how totally un-fun it was to get those cheeks painted!
chindora: (Kimbi hat)
OK, so I did not get to have all of the kidlets at home, but I came pretty close.

That would be Rory and his Sweetie, Stephanie, on the left, joining us from Rochester, New York. In the middle we had Joseph, joining us from his friend Jason's house in Jacksonville, Florida. His better half, Amy, is up visiting her family in New Jersey, so Joseph did not want to stay home in Orlando by himself. On the far right screen, we had Emma and her husband, Brian, joining us from his brother's house in Houston. We may have been scattered geographically, but thanks to Skype, we were able to be together, in a manner of speaking.

It was a great day, which lead into a phenomenal dinner. We had proper Beef Wellington, which is to say kind of sort of more or less rare, but my crappy meat thermometer decided to get lazy on the job, so it is now in the trash. Regardless, the meat was still divine. I won't use pate foie gras, period, and the market was out of chicken livers, so I settled for a bit of calf liver that I cooked up and minced into the douxelle of mushrooms, garlic and onions. Turned out totally fab, and the girls laughed over the gingerbread cookie style cut-outs that I put on top of the puff pastry that surrounded the tenderloin. Dessert was a terrific buche de noel, a staple at our house. I used a chocolate genoise base that was generously sprinkled with a Bailey's sirop, that was wrapped around a yummy chestnut mousse cream filling. The icing was a milk chocolate ganache made with a mixture of Callebaut chocolates. Arilyn and I made meringue mushrooms. She got a bit enthusiastic with the bark detail, but it looked great, if a bit tatty. It may not have been as perfect as one that I would have made on my own, but I think it was all the prettier for having been crafted with such love by my girl and I.

All in all a rather nice way to start our twelve days of Christmas!

chindora: (Kimbi hat)
For whatever reason, I am having an odd feeling this year about the holidays. I miss my kids, with a fierce fire in my breast that just makes my heart hurt, but at the same time, I know that they are doing exactly what I want them to be doing, where I want them to be doing it and they all have wonderful people to be with that I adore. So, none of them is alone this year. They are all happy, moving forward, and for that, I am very grateful.

But I still miss them.

I realized that this is the first Christmas since 2006 that I have not had either my boys or my husband in a war zone, and I am very happy about that.

But I still miss the kidlets.

I know, I should not whine...but if I don't do it here, I might do it in the house, or on the phone, which would be much worse. So, since none of my kids reads my lj, it is perfectly safe to whine here, in moderation.

And I am inordinately sad that I will be missing my bestie's New Year's Eve Party. I used to go every year, and even though children were not particularly welcome, as a general rule, mine were always invited, so we all went as a tribe.

I have nothing to do on New Year's Eve this year, and I actually have my husband home, for once. He is content to sit at home and stay up watching Star Wars movies, again, but I am pining to go out in one of my evening gowns, or even my new tight black jeans and a sweater, but just to get out and do something before he is gone, again.

And no, he won't be here for any of the winter festivities next year.

So, tonight I feel like a dog with a hot spot. I need to get a chill on and get cheerful by tomorrow morning, because as soon as the girl child wakes up we have to start working on more cookies, more peanut brittle, making the Buche de Noel with chestnut mousse filling, prepping the Beef Wellington, and a thousand other little things that all affirm that Christmas is here, even though some of our loved ones are NOT.

Did I mention that I am really missing my kids?

But I am going to put my smile on, yessiree....and we are getting out three computers to hook up to skype so that we can have those three kidlets here on Christmas morning, one way or another.
chindora: (Kimbi hat)
After nearly a month of being ill, I believe that I am finally past the whole mess. I go back to the doc tomorrow so that he can give me the clean bill of health, so to say, and I am sure that a gentle nudge towards having the surgery to fix my sinuses will be forthcoming. Ha. Dude knows me, and knows how I feel, so, it probably won't be happening any time soon.

Brian left yesterday to go supervise an audit down in San Diego. The girls and I erupted with a great cheer when he walked out the door, did our girie pound-it, and exhaled with a sigh of relief. No boy cooties for a week! Whoo hoo! This means we get to monopolize the TV with stuff like Camelot and My Fair Lady, as well as many episodes of Bones. Arilyn likes to get her Booth fix for the day, and I think that Brian is a little tired of it. It also means that we can eat stuff he does not like, like Lima beans and Brussels sprouts, not to mention pinto beans and greens. We have already laid out a plan to sort some of the catastrophes that he has made, like stuffing everything from the table into the hall closet, so life should be good this week. I am hoping to find my camera that was on the dining room table, until Himself cleared it one day.

But we will miss him, of course, and will eagerly greet him when he returns home. He is going to be gone for most of the next year, and that kind of really sucks. He was gone for a year in Afghanistan, and really won't be home again for any length of time until next February. We have all adapted, each in our own way, but it is still tough to be apart so much. I try to keep in mind the separation of families of whalers, or soldiers and sailors of days long gone, and I know that we girls can manage what we have been given.

One way that we cope is to keep Arilyn busy. She is taking fencing lessons in Tacoma, so that eats up one night of the week. Harp lessons and practice are positive for her, and after yesterday I think it is safe to say that she thrives during performances. She noticed that her teacher was getting sore fingers, so she went up to her and asked if she could play her set again, which she did. Rebecca played some more, and then another student showed up to play two songs, and then she asked Arilyn to play again. Turns out that teach had not practiced in a month, due to some traveling, so she was not in good playing condition. Arilyn basked in the limelight, let me tell you. I wish we had a smaller harp that she could tote around to SCA events, because she would really enjoy playing at them. She has asked for music that is period appropriate, so I suppose that is next on the list.

Sewing is coming along apace, but I am woefully behind in my goldwork master class sampler. I am going to blame it on the wedding, the cross- country move, being sick, and anything else I can. Hopefully I will have it finished by February, so I am going to knuckle down and really focus on it over the next couple of months. I will post pics of everything soon, like, when I find my camera.
chindora: (Kimbi hat)
I am sitting here in bed, laptop appropriately employed, being attacked by Cicero as he makes biscuits on my down comforter. He gets bored, walks to another spot, whilst making biscuits all along the path, works the comforter a bit, then walks on. He reminds me so much of his aunt, my beloved Juliet, and a bittersweet feeling passes by and stops in for a bit. I guess that after more the better part of a year I still have not finished my grieving for her. And so, it will be a long while before I invite another furry one so deep within my heart. Not that we have much control over that sort of thing, it tends to just happen.

So this weekend will be devoted to more sewing. Arilyn asked me last night why my fingers weren't soft on the ends, and I laughed. I reminded her of what I did with them, how I do so much hand work with my sewing and embroidery, and then she realized what the culprit was. I told her that she should not let that ever stop her from pursuing her love of needle arts, and she promised that it would not. She loves to sew and embroider, and I am glad that at least one of the girls will carry the skills of my grandmothers along to the next generation.

Alright, down to the second sleeve. I will post an entry about their construction soon.
chindora: (Kentwell)
We have managed to get things settled in here, for the most part. There is still a good bit to do, and life is always enriched by the exciting sewing projects that manage to show up, so I am staying busy.

Right now I am busy working on some outfits for us girls to wear in about two and a half weeks, because almost all of our female historical outfits were lost in the flood in May. Boo hiss! In an effort to conserve funds, I decided to drag out the two pieces of British wool that I purchased before I left Cornwall, and just go ahead and use them. These two pieces of wool are definitely not upper class, being of a somewhat coarser nature than say a gabardine or flannel.

Imagine my horror when I did a burn test and saw the charred remains turning into melted sludge.

The SHAME of it!

I was shocked, to say the least, because I bought the fabric from a highly respected British e-bayer, and the auction was specifically for 100% wool. I even wrote the seller and specifically asked about the fabric content before I completed the auction, which by the way was for two pieces of fabric, ten yards of one colour and twelve of the other.

I am disappointed, to say the least, but oh well. Not much to do now but sally forth and continue the project. It is not like we are working at Williamsburg or Kentwell, so I guess we can let the wool blend fabric stand as it is. The outfits will be easy to wash and wear, and I guess we can use them as Friday night outfits at events.

At least they don't have metal grommets in the front of the bodices, so that is something, right?
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Shevaun and I were up until 2, working to get some last minute things squared away. We are now up again, putting up the last load of dishes, having some coffee, and tossing a few things into our suitcases so they don't get packed up. We are both tired, but that is somewhat mitigated by how excited we are about this move.

This year here in Nashville has been eventful, never a dull moment, but it has felt in many ways like we were just treading water. Treading can be a good thing, because if you are in over your head it can mean the difference between drowning and surviving, but you definitely do not make a lot of progress. I feel as if we have made progress beneath the surface though, and we are all better for having spent this time here.

Bremerton, Washington, is as of yet an unknown, but we are ready to taste it, to live it. We just have to get through these days of packing with the movers, get our tickets, and then be off.
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HHG shipment arrived today, and of course it would start pouring about halfway through! So far only a few broken things, mostly stuff broken apart at seams, urgh, whatever you call it when furniture is joined. In clothes they are called seams. Poor mantlepiece and my library table, not to mention Arilyn's fainting couch. We shall see how they fare, but prognosis is moderately good with a bit of TLC. Have no clue where my bolts of silk are, still can't find parts of Arilyn's headboard or canopy frame. We, Brian and I, managed to put the Pasha Palace together by ourselves, mostly himself, and The Dining Room Table as well.

I am so tired I am cross-eyed, but cannot sleep Bride-to-be Bmma and I have a meeting at the Hermitage tomorrow morning to iron out details of wedding and reception. It is a ***** Hotel, so I am expecting nothing but the best of service from them. I got to stay there a couple of nights when we first arrived here in town, and all I can say is wowowow. They are expecting 200 guests, so it will be a fairly big soiree. I always told her I would make her gown, which I am thrilled to do, and it looks like I am making at least three of the bridesmaids gowns, as well as my own. Whatever other sewing plans I had just went out the window, but that is OK. Life is what happens while we are making other plans, right?

Really looking forward to the week ahead, the life to come.
chindora: (Kimbi hat)
I found out last night that Emma is engaged to her lawyer beau.

I found out today that they are planning to wed the same weekend she graduates from Medical School.

May 2010.

Now, I know that I can manage a wedding gown, no problem, but Emma also wants me to make the gowns for the bridesmaids. I told her we had bad phone reception and that I could not hear her.



Sep. 26th, 2009 09:21 am
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The latest word on our stuff is that it arrives next Thursday. Personally, I am hoping that the delivery date can be postponed until the 5th so that Brian can have at least that weekend before the disaster of unpacking and moving stuff has to begin. He has had enough of that to last him a lifetime I would imagine. I know, after two months of no stuff I should be jumping up and down, trying to get it as fast as possible, but a few more days won't hurt. I just have to wait and see how much they are willing to work with me on the delivery date. Brian will be here for about 10 days, and then he will be off for his pre-deployment training, then off to the real thing.

Today is going to be busy, filled with painting and scrubbing woodwork. I am looking forward to everything, excited about the painting. I always love painting and changing the ambience of a room. I will post photos in my picasa album when I am finished.
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We get up at about five every morning just so that we can hit the ground running and not drop the ball. At least that is what we tell ourselves. Brian goes to work and tries to maintain some level of control over the total chaos involved with the disestablishment of the base, while I stay home and try, bit by bit, to do the same here.

The past couple of days, this whole week, has been fraught with one hurdle after another. I suppose that if there is any truth to the axiom that "what does not kill you makes you stronger" then we should be just about super hero strength just now. In the past 48 hours I have been sorely tested, we both have. I won't even get into the drama at work. Here, I had the washer decide to die mid wash, with Brian's coveralls in it of course, a cat that we have not seen in a month crept into the house and delivered a litter of kittens in a box in our Harry Potter cupboard under the front stairs, and have been trying to keep up with all of the stuff I am throwing out and giving away so that I do not make a mistake and part with something important to someone. The stress of not knowing whether or not the navy was going to part with the funds we require to make this move was about to strangle my brain, not knowing when we were getting permission to do this that or the other was putting serious strain on my sanity, and of course feeling as if the weight of the world was on my shoulders was just not cool. None of it.

Most of the time I am coping alright. Not great, but at least keeping my nose above water. I am not sure why this week has been so chaotic and crazy in my head, but it has been tough. I have been able to have an oasis of calm when I take my daily walks here on the farm, snapping photos when I remember to take my Lumix along with me. It is just so beautiful here, truly lovely, and it brings peace to my soul just to be out in it.

So this evening, I have to finish the dishes, wait for the laundry load in the new washer to finish spinning so I can put it in the dryer, take a couple of boxes up into the attic and then finally I can head up and gently scoot Meemers out of the way so that I can join her in my bed. Silly cat, she seems to think it is her bed and that I am putting her out asking for a small portion for myself.

Tomorrow will bring more challenges, a meeting on the base to discuss this whole Afghan deployment, a meeting with admin about the lease here, the lease there, the funds they need to disburse, a dresser that needs to be sorted in my room and the last remnants of organizing in Ari's room. I also need to go through her clothes again, this time when she is not around, to sort some things into the donation bin. I mean, just how many hoodie jackets is that child going to need in Nashville? Right. Brian also has duty tomorrow, so it will just be us chickens tomorrow night for dinner. Miss A has requested chicken livers, so I think I am going to hook her up with that, as long as I can have mine with lots of caramelized red onions.

Oh, snap. Doc told me no fried foods because of my gall bladder.


Mur mur.

Maybe I will fry hers and broil mine. I just don't know if I can face them nekkid with no breading on them, not even a slight dusting of flour.

We shall see. I have more important things to expend my worry points on.

Good news is that Miss Shevy Ruth will be home from Miami next week, and she is bring that Brazilian honey of hers along for the circus. Talk about throwing the innocents in with the lions!

It will be fine. I will be fine.

I will be in Nashville a month from today.
chindora: (Kentwell)
A quick update here on my V&A pictures. I have been wending my way through the hurdles associated with posting my images publicly, and this is where I now stand. I have been told that first off I need to not post the pictures on Picasa, and secondly I need to post smaller images. Apparently if I have my own webpage set up they will consider allowing me permission to post them, and I have to make the largest element of the images to be no greater than 500 pixels. I think now it is at 1600, so this is a substantial reduction, but one I that I am willing to make if it means getting the pics up.

I have the images up on a private webpage that currently nobody can view without a private authorization key because I wanted to set up the page so that the V&A people could see what I was doing and intended. I have the privacy settings such that nobody can capture any of the images, but apparently that is not enough. I also have to reduce the size, which of course I can do, but I think that some of the validity of the images may be lost by doing so. Regardless, I will do whatever they require to get the pics up.

The whole point of this is that I took the pictures for myself. I told other people about them, people on my list, and others want to see what I saw, up close and personal. They want to be able to study that exact borage, or the rose, or see how that coiling vine was done. These images are very close for the most part, and clearly show techniques and materials used. I have done extensive searches in the V&A image database and most of these items are not even listed. The few that are do not have any close images that show the stitches. I feel that having these images available for study will greatly help those who want to be able to know, as close to first hand as possible, how these stitches were employed, which stitches were in fact used, what materials, and not have to look at a distant image and give it a good guess.

I feel that the settings I have used on Picasa will prohibit anyone from being able to take the pictures and use them commercially, which is the concern of the V&A, but will gladly move them to a personal webpage. My problem is that I have never set up a webpage of my own, and have no clue of how to even go about doing so. Any hints or suggestions would be most appreciated.

I have the licensing agreement from the V&A. They were kind enough to send it to me, so now I just need to get my ducks in a row and I can have pics up for others to study. This makes me a very happy camper.
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Time really does pass so quickly. I cannot really believe that I am leaving this country in just a few short weeks. It seems as though the past two years has been a constant in my life, almost as if I have always been here and will always remain, but in reality I know that this is just because I am so rooted here. I do not want to leave, and yet, the time is drawing near when I must. I feel as if I am in a country dance when the beat starts sedately, the dancers move slowly and with great precision, refined decorum, and the dance seems to go forward with little change. It does though, it always moves forward slightly, ever increasing in tempo, but we dancers do not realize that it is approaching hurdy gurdy speed until we are all unkempt, our feet moving with lightning speed, passing, crossing, turning, repeating the pattern the best we can, knowing that soon it will end.

Speaking of country dance, how many nine year old children do you know who come home from school and play science revision games about the forces of nature and then turn to youtube for real fun? OK, so probably a lot of kids play games, I will admit that, but she was not really playing games, more like studying in a fun manner, and then she sat here and recited all of these dance steps with perfection right along with some Renaissance dance teacher on youtube. Apparently she has been doing searches on youtube for renaissance dance and found some interesting sites that she goes to all the time. She is so funny. She found out that the local SCA group where we are going has an active dance group and she almost swooned. I just hope that those people are open about working with a young lady and do not think she is too young. She will quickly disprove their notions if so.

More packing today, moving things that I do not want into boxes to go into the hook room until I can figure out how to dispose of them. We don't pack anything we are taking with us, just the stuff we want to get rid of.

Shevy left today to head to Miami to visit with her fiance and his family. This is the house she will be moving to next year, so she is looking forward to the visit for more than one reason. Of course she can't wait to see Gabriel again, I mean, oh my god it has probably been a whole week since they were together last. He is coming home with her in a couple of weeks, just before our packers get here, and is staying for a week. What a time to visit, right? Oh well, it will all work out.

I am just so busy most days (and nights) that I am having real trouble keeping things straight. What day of the week is it again?

The Summer Ball is this Friday evening. This ball lasts all night long and a full British breakfast is served in the morning for the late party goers. Of course we all know who in this house stays up late partying. Yeah, that would be me. My husband usually heads to a room at the mess and I stay up all night (talking). Last year for the Ball he stayed up all night too, but I am not sure how he will hold up this year. He has not stayed up late for any of the other festivities throughout the year, and his drinking buddy is not going to be there, so he will prolly turn in early. I have decided I am going to be a lamer and wear my old ball gown from last year instead of making a new one. Well, truth be told, I was going to wear my navy silk gown that I have never worn, but when I tried it on it hung on me like a potato sack. I was pissed. I just made it in November, and anyone who has seen me recently will vouch that I do not look like I have lost a lot of weight. So, you know where it is the biggest? The loosest? The one place where no girl wants her gowns to be slack. Yeah, my tatas seem to be losing mass, and I am greatly saddened. Grumble. So, I am wearing my red and black silk gown from last year, because I know that with the design of it I can stuff a sock or two in my corset and everything will be good. Hey, Brian is wearing the same thing he wore last year, so I don't see why it should be a problem if I wear my old rag. Anyway, I never really got any good pictures of me in it, so I will remedy that this time around.

Last Summer Ball. Last summer. Last party at Liz and Steve's house. Last trip to London. Last time to see the Stones. So many lasts, each one I saw coming, but I do not think that I realized how deeply they would be etched into my soul. I do not think I realized how profoundly I would fall in love with Cornwall, England in general, and I know that I will always yearn for this place as no other.

Empty boxes are waiting to be filled. More cleaning, stuff to throw out. And in the middle of the chaos, life goes on. Tonight Arilyn has her country dance class after school, then she comes home to have her riding lesson. Tomorrow she has French club after school and in the evening is her bridging ceremony from Brownies to Juniors. I am trying to keep things as normal as I can for as long as I can, but we are truly at the outer edge of the event horizon.
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I have completed the page with the photos from my V&A trip and have submitted it to the V&A for approval. Hopefully they will come back and allow me to post these images so that others can study them and learn more about the styles and techniques used in Elizabethan and Jacobean embroidery.

Moving along with things here, trying to get ready for the pack out. Found out Friday night that we lost our condo in Nashville. The owner wrote and told me that she had a good offer on it, and I wrote her back and told her by all means, if she had an offer she should jump on it and not worry about us. So, back to the drawing board as far as finding a place, but I am not stressing.

Shevy Ruth gets home tomorrow, her final trip home from school. Whoo hoo! She will be jetting off to Miami soon to meet her fiance's mom, and then she and Gabriel will be coming here for a visit. Well, he is coming to visit, she is coming to stay.

A lot going on, not much time to finish it all up in. Feeling a bit like I am just in front of a huge wave, if you know what I mean, but it is all good for now.
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I had the most amazing time earlier this week at the V&A. Awesome time at Hampton Court Palace yesterday. A truly bittersweet but wonderful visit with [ profile] myladyswardrobe, [ profile] edmndclotworthy and their baby, Bilbo. I was able to get some photographs that I believe will be very helpful in my research as well as helping others. I got to see the awe in Arilyn's face as she took in everything we experienced at the V&A, seeing The Bostocke Sampler, one she had only ogled in photos before. A lot of good moments, great memories, and yeah there are those photos.

There were a few negatives during the trip though, but nothing that derailed it completely. Managed to deal with a stupid Tom Tom that had a broken power cord and had to constantly be fiddled with to keep it running. Got stuck in traffic so bad that people were getting out of their cars and laying out on their hoods and roofs to get a tan and had to completely reschedule our HCP trip to another day. Hotel had no AC and a horribly lumpy bed with flat pillows. Aside from any of those annoyances, however, I had a wonderful, wonderful time.

Then I got word that Brian wrecked my 84 Jag this morning on his way to work. If they had hauled him off in an ambulance I could at least be worried about him, but as it is I feel like I just hit a brick wall. You know, the one you don't see because you are so busy looking at the beautiful roses. Whatever. My baby, my precious. And no, this was not an accident caused by someone else. It was caused by HIM. And the brakes that I told him to fix? Yeah, he never got around to it. I just want to cry.
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