All right, it was the ceiling, not the sky. My mother-in-law's ceiling, at about seven in the morning, at which point the kids had already been up for an hour and a half ( Read more... )

According to Wikipedia, my marriage is a sad, sad sham, an empty shell, the merest cover for my husband's closeted sexuality.

But, you know, [citation needed].

Also at the event (Moose Tourney and Collegium) this past weekend... I was chatting with several ladies, comparing baby notes. One, young but certainly an adult, mentioned something about how she was born/very young during Desert Storm ( Read more... )

I successfully did the interfacing at the neck of the Arnegunde coat I'm making. Finally! I made a neckline that isn't deformed and the contrasting fabric on the interfacing ended up right-side out! Woo!

...okay, so two of the gores are wrong-side out, but the seams are finished very nicely (thankyouverymuch) and I'll just sew them flat and ( Read more... )

Ben turns four months old in a week and a half! He is rolling over and pushing up when he's on his stomach. He can try solids. Solids ( Read more... )

New reconstruction of the 'Arnegunde' grave outfitI have been trying to figure out early period nursing garb and... oy. I figure nursing slits, but how do you layer them on the under and over-tunic so that nothing gapes or shows through? Well, if your over-tunic is open down the front, Frankish/Kentish style, there's half the problem solved! ( Read more... )

As personal tradition insists, today I must mention, at every possible relevant opportunity, that my grandfather lived near Punxatawney and that indeed, I once went shopping at the Jamesway that used to be there when I was a kid. Not that I remember the trip, or anything about Punxy, but I do remember the grey coveralls with rainbow hearts on them ( Read more... )

...pushing your kid around the kitchen in a cardboard box.

Laziness is deciding it would be simpler to tie a ribbon to the box and pull it.

Engineering is realizing that the ribbon will probably tear through the box, so you poke two holes in each side, thread the ribbon all the way around, and let the kid's own back (pressed against the far side ( Read more... )

Dear Spouse: I saw your posts on the tafl thing on your LJ. I had no idea it was so involved.

Me: I told you, I tell the LJ about it to spare you the details.

Dear Spouse: I didn't know the embroidery was so... fraught.

Ben has started smiling, 'ah'ing and cooing. I won't say that it's the sweetest thing, because Spud does a lot of very different sweet things too, but it does seem very... pure. In the way that new things are pure. And he seems as delighted to be able to share his happiness as he is to be happy.