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sff_corgi_ljBut first, this link: http://rocr.xepher.net/weblog/archives/001157.html -- AHA! Of COURSE! We need the Dutch!!
Let me first tell you, briefly, what happened at Trimaris's 10th Year. (If you want to know, even more briefly, what a 'Trimaris' is, you'll have to go to the kingdom website) This being the kingdom's first big anniversary, a Grand Procession was planned, in which the populace were encourage to be as well-dressed and as heraldic as at all possible. Each of the shires or baronies within the kingdom would process in age order before the Crown. This means the Shire of Southkeep needed a proper heraldic tabard, instead of the SCA 'generic tabard'. This meant rendering the arms of the shire in fabric. Eeek.
At this point, what I insist is a miracle occurred, because I don't think I could have done this without a multitude of arts-minded creative entities (or just One, paying particular attention) hovering over my shoulders. I basted a piece of blue fabric, donated by one of our party, to the generic tabard and with just Stitch Witchery and other materials from Joann's on Semoran Boulevard, some hastily-drafted paper patterns and a new iron bought as soon as the Luria's next door to the Joann's opened, I assembled a remarkably handsome and symmetrical rendering of the Southkeep arms right there on our rather dicey hotel room floor (the hotel is another whole story in itself, which I think![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
myfanwy and/or snowjag should tell).
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So here it is, another ten years later (gasp, stagger, clutch chest) and our last Hospitaller, some time previously, had volunteered to make the still-basted on Southkeep arms into its own proper tabard, and let me have the generic back for random heraldic chores, so to speak. Guess what?
She didn't [bared teeth grin].
Duchess Elena was able to pick up what we called an 'unhemmed wall hanging'; the Southkeep generic tabard had been left in with the kingdom's herald-stuff some time previously by my accident. The plan was to reassemble the pieces as they had been; it'd still not be what it was supposed to be, but at least it'd look OK.
Of course, the generic tabard was missing! The fact that it does have 'Southkeep' printed on the inside of the hem in indelible marker makes me wonder... various things with snarls in them.
By the time I found Elena, I'd had time to strategise how we were going to get this to work this time. Baste the edges and if fabric could be found, pin the whole beast together so it wouldn't end up having to be pinned to me and drag at my shoulders/bra straps. I would like to point out here that I was still dealing with my Xtreeeme Sunburn! from Katrina-Sunday, and chafing the shoulders was Best Not Done, Thanks.
Well... there's no place around the camp [/laughtrack] that had thread other than black, white or completely-wrong-shade-of-blue. I shlepped a few more miles, tried the K-Mart, found a horrifyingly minimalist two-endcap-only craft section. Right next door was a Wal*Mart. A big one. A convenient one... but it was Wal*Mart.
So yes, my flaming liberal sensibilities had me pass The Evil and go alllll the way back to the Joann's where this tabard started. A little ironic, don't you think? For 30th Year, I'd best stop there on my way TO the event. I ended up, after some excellent sales assistance, with matching threads, some new darker blue fabric to become the tabard's counterbalance (and new back, eventually), and some veil fixings while I was at it. My sunburned-peeled-blotchy forehead was not suitable for Court and must needs be covered (the shame!).
90 miles later... yes, 90... (Yes, I am a nutcase. But I'm a nutcase with a decent-looking tabard.) I'm sitting in cabin 2 frantically basting while Fionnuala (sp? sorry, Susan!) frantically finishes the lacing on all the Southkeep-livery cotehardies she'd made up. The new fabric got folded and safety-pinned to the original tabard front's size, then pinned at the shoulders. It actually made it quite wearable, and since I both wore my hair loose and wore the veil, the lack of emblazonment on the back would go entirely unnoticed. And it didn't fall apart!
So we made it. Pictures of the procession and suchlike will be linked on the Shire of Southkeep webpage. Scroll down to where the arms of Trimaris are, the link's right there.
[looks through folders] I don't have any pictures of US! Drat. But we got cheered.
---=>°<=---
I got to meetcrevette and peacockharpy! Being a sensible person, she waited for me at the exit end of the Procession, in that I couldn't possibly be missed there. Basilla's prettier in person; the photo I got of her doesn't do her justice at all, although nothing 2-D could do that bodice justice! And meeting Clotild was a pleasant surprise, although we didn't really get much of a chance to talk. Hey, that's what LJ's for, right?
We had an assistance dog in training... I said, an Assistance Dog in Training [stern look] attending as well. He is the bestest pug I think I've ever met, even if his name has completely Teflon'd on me *blush*.
Got to feast with Far Flung, which is usually an excellent idea if you want to get stuffed to the gills; apparently, it's the first sit-down family supping that the Clan's done in a while. Also, the first time I've heard the 'Pennsic Packing List' in aaaages. I was going to see what was doing up at the other end of the camp, in the SeaMarchy cabin, but by the time I got to Far Flung, my feet were too tired to try to be in two places at once. It's always nice to be glad to be seen....
Later on was the Associates Party, the standards for which ran: 'Are you a peer?' [no] 'Do you know a peer?' [yes] 'Then fine, you've got an association. Can I see your ID? [/wristband].' It started a little slow, but was cranking about the time I started to fade. Mmmm... pecan tartlets.
Harper's Raid fed me, too -- I stopped to make sure I had Baron Siggy's contact info, and he gave me Kurdish baklavah. *slurp!* It's lighter than the Greek recipe, and a little tangy.
---=>°<=---
Shopping! I gotmyfanwy a little surprise and a 20th Year tote bag, as they're totally, totally out of T-shirts with questionable plans for reprinting. Bah. I got a new circlet from Precious Plunder, bought the one I borrowed in veilish desperation while waiting in the Processional queue, and had a generally lovely chat with Hrothgar about jewelry things and life as it passes us at shocking speeds and suchlike. When I can manage it, I'll commission a new GoA circlet from him. He's quite affordable in general terms, though.
Vicountess Elitha (although I think she's spelling it differently now) had some of the most gorgeous textiles - scarves and things from the Middle East. She also had a CD for sale - not her own music, I believe it's her... daughter-in-law's? - which I regret not getting to sample.
And then I ran out of money.
Let me first tell you, briefly, what happened at Trimaris's 10th Year. (If you want to know, even more briefly, what a 'Trimaris' is, you'll have to go to the kingdom website) This being the kingdom's first big anniversary, a Grand Procession was planned, in which the populace were encourage to be as well-dressed and as heraldic as at all possible. Each of the shires or baronies within the kingdom would process in age order before the Crown. This means the Shire of Southkeep needed a proper heraldic tabard, instead of the SCA 'generic tabard'. This meant rendering the arms of the shire in fabric. Eeek.
At this point, what I insist is a miracle occurred, because I don't think I could have done this without a multitude of arts-minded creative entities (or just One, paying particular attention) hovering over my shoulders. I basted a piece of blue fabric, donated by one of our party, to the generic tabard and with just Stitch Witchery and other materials from Joann's on Semoran Boulevard, some hastily-drafted paper patterns and a new iron bought as soon as the Luria's next door to the Joann's opened, I assembled a remarkably handsome and symmetrical rendering of the Southkeep arms right there on our rather dicey hotel room floor (the hotel is another whole story in itself, which I think
myfanwy and/or snowjag should tell).So here it is, another ten years later (gasp, stagger, clutch chest) and our last Hospitaller, some time previously, had volunteered to make the still-basted on Southkeep arms into its own proper tabard, and let me have the generic back for random heraldic chores, so to speak. Guess what?
She didn't [bared teeth grin].
Duchess Elena was able to pick up what we called an 'unhemmed wall hanging'; the Southkeep generic tabard had been left in with the kingdom's herald-stuff some time previously by my accident. The plan was to reassemble the pieces as they had been; it'd still not be what it was supposed to be, but at least it'd look OK.
Of course, the generic tabard was missing! The fact that it does have 'Southkeep' printed on the inside of the hem in indelible marker makes me wonder... various things with snarls in them.
By the time I found Elena, I'd had time to strategise how we were going to get this to work this time. Baste the edges and if fabric could be found, pin the whole beast together so it wouldn't end up having to be pinned to me and drag at my shoulders/bra straps. I would like to point out here that I was still dealing with my Xtreeeme Sunburn! from Katrina-Sunday, and chafing the shoulders was Best Not Done, Thanks.
Well... there's no place around the camp [/laughtrack] that had thread other than black, white or completely-wrong-shade-of-blue. I shlepped a few more miles, tried the K-Mart, found a horrifyingly minimalist two-endcap-only craft section. Right next door was a Wal*Mart. A big one. A convenient one... but it was Wal*Mart.
So yes, my flaming liberal sensibilities had me pass The Evil and go alllll the way back to the Joann's where this tabard started. A little ironic, don't you think? For 30th Year, I'd best stop there on my way TO the event. I ended up, after some excellent sales assistance, with matching threads, some new darker blue fabric to become the tabard's counterbalance (and new back, eventually), and some veil fixings while I was at it. My sunburned-peeled-blotchy forehead was not suitable for Court and must needs be covered (the shame!).
90 miles later... yes, 90... (Yes, I am a nutcase. But I'm a nutcase with a decent-looking tabard.) I'm sitting in cabin 2 frantically basting while Fionnuala (sp? sorry, Susan!) frantically finishes the lacing on all the Southkeep-livery cotehardies she'd made up. The new fabric got folded and safety-pinned to the original tabard front's size, then pinned at the shoulders. It actually made it quite wearable, and since I both wore my hair loose and wore the veil, the lack of emblazonment on the back would go entirely unnoticed. And it didn't fall apart!
So we made it. Pictures of the procession and suchlike will be linked on the Shire of Southkeep webpage. Scroll down to where the arms of Trimaris are, the link's right there.
[looks through folders] I don't have any pictures of US! Drat. But we got cheered.
I got to meet
crevette and peacockharpy! Being a sensible person, she waited for me at the exit end of the Procession, in that I couldn't possibly be missed there. Basilla's prettier in person; the photo I got of her doesn't do her justice at all, although nothing 2-D could do that bodice justice! And meeting Clotild was a pleasant surprise, although we didn't really get much of a chance to talk. Hey, that's what LJ's for, right?We had an assistance dog in training... I said, an Assistance Dog in Training [stern look] attending as well. He is the bestest pug I think I've ever met, even if his name has completely Teflon'd on me *blush*.
Got to feast with Far Flung, which is usually an excellent idea if you want to get stuffed to the gills; apparently, it's the first sit-down family supping that the Clan's done in a while. Also, the first time I've heard the 'Pennsic Packing List' in aaaages. I was going to see what was doing up at the other end of the camp, in the SeaMarchy cabin, but by the time I got to Far Flung, my feet were too tired to try to be in two places at once. It's always nice to be glad to be seen....
Later on was the Associates Party, the standards for which ran: 'Are you a peer?' [no] 'Do you know a peer?' [yes] 'Then fine, you've got an association. Can I see your ID? [/wristband].' It started a little slow, but was cranking about the time I started to fade. Mmmm... pecan tartlets.
Harper's Raid fed me, too -- I stopped to make sure I had Baron Siggy's contact info, and he gave me Kurdish baklavah. *slurp!* It's lighter than the Greek recipe, and a little tangy.
Shopping! I got
myfanwy a little surprise and a 20th Year tote bag, as they're totally, totally out of T-shirts with questionable plans for reprinting. Bah. I got a new circlet from Precious Plunder, bought the one I borrowed in veilish desperation while waiting in the Processional queue, and had a generally lovely chat with Hrothgar about jewelry things and life as it passes us at shocking speeds and suchlike. When I can manage it, I'll commission a new GoA circlet from him. He's quite affordable in general terms, though.Vicountess Elitha (although I think she's spelling it differently now) had some of the most gorgeous textiles - scarves and things from the Middle East. She also had a CD for sale - not her own music, I believe it's her... daughter-in-law's? - which I regret not getting to sample.
And then I ran out of money.
