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stitchwhich) wrote2012-03-31 03:51 am
stitchwhich) wrote2012-03-31 03:51 am
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I've been decorating tunics for a couple of my friends in Austlandr (the Viking-era reenactment group that I'm in) and am at the point of decision... I've done a simple cross-stitch over the lower seams of each tunic, in contrasting color, and now need to decide on decoration around the collar for one of them. I'd already done a stemstitch outlining stitch around the collar & cuffs of the other one, as its owner wears f-a-r too much jewelry to dare to have embroidery work there. Heck, the mess he made of the stitching I did around his hood is amazing! I got that hood back so I can use it to match colors with in order to make two new ones for newer members, and I'm seriously considering removing the decoration and reworking it before I return it. The wool edging looks as if he'd been using it to scrub cars.
The guy who owns the second tunic is a real sweetheart and I'm fairly sure that this next demo (Rural Hills Scottish Festival) will be the last time we ever see him. He's graduating from college in May and has been in ROTC for the Marine Corp since I've known him - he's a fine, upstanding young man; level-headed, not easily rattled, fair & generous. He is everything I'd want an officer to be. But I know that with his training and his skills, once he's done with fork & knife school he'll be in a unit heading for the Sandbox. So I want to make this tunic of his, which is meant to be a part of his high-class Hiberno-Scot kit, into something that will make him proud and inspired to wear. He is one of the few guys in the group who actually is educated and appreciates things being historically accurate to the N'th degree. So I'm already feeling a little sheepish about those cross-stitches where there should have been a herringbone stitch. But I tell you, there is no way I have enough time to do the proper stitch. Still, I want that tunic waiting for him wherever he goes, and blazing in his mind as something he's going to love to come home to. That being about the only thing I can give him before he goes off to his new life.
I've done nary a thing with Rosine since I installed (by myself!) Outlook 2010 in her. It was a health-thing that has bolluxed me up, and I'm not going to complain about it here, just to note that now that I am starting to feel better again I've been eyeing her and thinking I should get her up to snuff with all the heraldic things I want in her. Oh - did I mention that I named my laptop "Rosine"? I rarely name my equipment, but this one needed it.
It's nearly 4:00am. In a few minutes, I shall have to put the kettle on so Bossman will have hot coffee when he wakes up. He's supposed to leave for Night Under the Town at 4:30. He is, of course, still in bed. Somehow he persists in believing that he'll be awake and ready to drive in under 15 minutes, like we used to do so easily in our twenties.
I have achieved the dreaded 'possible side effects' of my cancer treatment meds. Which, given my size, should not have surprised me. I now have diabetes & high cholesterol, and started drug therapy for both of them last week. I'm not digging the medication effects but have been assured that one's body does adapt. And I'm scheduled for a series of classes with a diebetes educator/dietician. Explaining about the SCA and our activities will be its standard challenge... medical folks just don't quite get "I'm going camping in another state nearly every weekend for most of the year, except for when we do it for three weeks straight during the summer". Or should I say that they don't quite get that it is non-negotiable? Kidney function is impaired - this too is an expected developement. I am comforted by the ex-Gleevec users (which I will be in two years!) who have written to say that their numbers went back to normal after they'd stopped taking the medicine. I started a food-diary about a month ago, and have expanded it to better track what I'm doing and how it affects me. You know; food, sleep, and BS (blood sugar, but "BS" works for me!) count.
And I gotta say - as someone who does a lot of hand-stitching - that little blood-sugar testing needle ain't nuthing! Pathetic tiny little thing... who could be afraid of that? I can show them a real needle! Heck, my needle-holder (stabber-thingy) has malfunctioning spring already and I'm not vexed about it - it's easier to just jab myself with the tiny needle on my own without bothering with all the loading, cocking, and firing of the jabber-stabber.
The guy who owns the second tunic is a real sweetheart and I'm fairly sure that this next demo (Rural Hills Scottish Festival) will be the last time we ever see him. He's graduating from college in May and has been in ROTC for the Marine Corp since I've known him - he's a fine, upstanding young man; level-headed, not easily rattled, fair & generous. He is everything I'd want an officer to be. But I know that with his training and his skills, once he's done with fork & knife school he'll be in a unit heading for the Sandbox. So I want to make this tunic of his, which is meant to be a part of his high-class Hiberno-Scot kit, into something that will make him proud and inspired to wear. He is one of the few guys in the group who actually is educated and appreciates things being historically accurate to the N'th degree. So I'm already feeling a little sheepish about those cross-stitches where there should have been a herringbone stitch. But I tell you, there is no way I have enough time to do the proper stitch. Still, I want that tunic waiting for him wherever he goes, and blazing in his mind as something he's going to love to come home to. That being about the only thing I can give him before he goes off to his new life.
I've done nary a thing with Rosine since I installed (by myself!) Outlook 2010 in her. It was a health-thing that has bolluxed me up, and I'm not going to complain about it here, just to note that now that I am starting to feel better again I've been eyeing her and thinking I should get her up to snuff with all the heraldic things I want in her. Oh - did I mention that I named my laptop "Rosine"? I rarely name my equipment, but this one needed it.
It's nearly 4:00am. In a few minutes, I shall have to put the kettle on so Bossman will have hot coffee when he wakes up. He's supposed to leave for Night Under the Town at 4:30. He is, of course, still in bed. Somehow he persists in believing that he'll be awake and ready to drive in under 15 minutes, like we used to do so easily in our twenties.
I have achieved the dreaded 'possible side effects' of my cancer treatment meds. Which, given my size, should not have surprised me. I now have diabetes & high cholesterol, and started drug therapy for both of them last week. I'm not digging the medication effects but have been assured that one's body does adapt. And I'm scheduled for a series of classes with a diebetes educator/dietician. Explaining about the SCA and our activities will be its standard challenge... medical folks just don't quite get "I'm going camping in another state nearly every weekend for most of the year, except for when we do it for three weeks straight during the summer". Or should I say that they don't quite get that it is non-negotiable? Kidney function is impaired - this too is an expected developement. I am comforted by the ex-Gleevec users (which I will be in two years!) who have written to say that their numbers went back to normal after they'd stopped taking the medicine. I started a food-diary about a month ago, and have expanded it to better track what I'm doing and how it affects me. You know; food, sleep, and BS (blood sugar, but "BS" works for me!) count.
And I gotta say - as someone who does a lot of hand-stitching - that little blood-sugar testing needle ain't nuthing! Pathetic tiny little thing... who could be afraid of that? I can show them a real needle! Heck, my needle-holder (stabber-thingy) has malfunctioning spring already and I'm not vexed about it - it's easier to just jab myself with the tiny needle on my own without bothering with all the loading, cocking, and firing of the jabber-stabber.