Solvent fairies, maille lectures
Jun. 7th, 2004 10:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
steelweaverWe had a nice weekend. Kat visited on Friday, and since she'd just broken up with her b/f, we shopped, talked and fed her home made brownies. Saturday and Sunday morning I worked on my gorget/mantle with pauldrons. If I can get it assembled in time, it's going to be pretty cool, especially since it's mostly made of old leather couch. My Serra Steelweaver costume probably isn't going to win any prizes, floaty dresses seem to do better with the jury than armour, but I'm pretty darn proud of figuring out how to make this thing. Even if the leather/neoprene combi required me to spend quite some quality time with the solvent fairies.
Sunday afternoon Twilight's mother picked us up. She had a new cat called Mimi. Mimi was still getting used to her new surroundings (she'd lived with some old people for eight years) but she wasn't afraid of people. She hid under the table or behind some potted plants, but was delighted when you scratched her behind the ears and would let anyone pet her.
Thursday I bought three rolls of pattern tracing paper, but there was no way I was going to drag all that to Twilight's, Twilight's mother's and then back to my parents'. So I left it in my room in Tilburg and picked it up yesterday night. I'd forgotten that the buses to my parents' place leave every hour instead of twice an hour. I ended up having to wait 55 minutes. Which was ok, since I had my maille kit with me (a laptop bag filled with rings&pliers). I found a spot in front of the train station that had decent lighting and clean benches, and started to add some rows to my shirt. There was a blonde woman and some (possibly Moroccan or half-Antillian, it's hard to tell sometimes) cafe-au-lait-skinned men talking about money. At first, I paid them little attention, they were arguing about how much money the men owed the woman, if any. In other words, none of my business. The men, who we shall call Fredegar, Meriadoc and Peregrin for identification purposes, finally settled their dispute with the woman, who we shall call Goldberry. They grinned and shook hands and all that, and then started to become a bit bored. Fredegar left first to get something to eat, but he did stare a bit at my work.
Finally Goldberry walked up to me, clutching a few token issues of the homeless magazine (that allowed her to hang around without being sent away by security). She asked me what I was making, so I explained to her, and after that Peregrin asked me as well. I ended up giving a mini-lecture on maille to the homeless woman and the two men. I also talked a bit about modern uses of maille (jewelry items, butcher gloves and knife proof vests) and could not suppress a mini-rant on cheap Indian crap flooding the market, crowding out western quality products. Peregrin was very interested, and he looked very closely as I was weaving. He asked about making rings and the tools I used. I finally got up to catch my bus and waved them goodbye. I came home around midnight.
It was somewhat surreal sitting there talking to these people, and I was fully aware that it might be some ruse to get to my wallet or something. They seemed genuinely interested though, and were very friendly and polite. I like talking about maille, but I wasn't sure what to think of those people so I was on my guard. Still, I left with all my valuables still on me and I was fine myself. They say all's well that ends well...
Sunday afternoon Twilight's mother picked us up. She had a new cat called Mimi. Mimi was still getting used to her new surroundings (she'd lived with some old people for eight years) but she wasn't afraid of people. She hid under the table or behind some potted plants, but was delighted when you scratched her behind the ears and would let anyone pet her.
Thursday I bought three rolls of pattern tracing paper, but there was no way I was going to drag all that to Twilight's, Twilight's mother's and then back to my parents'. So I left it in my room in Tilburg and picked it up yesterday night. I'd forgotten that the buses to my parents' place leave every hour instead of twice an hour. I ended up having to wait 55 minutes. Which was ok, since I had my maille kit with me (a laptop bag filled with rings&pliers). I found a spot in front of the train station that had decent lighting and clean benches, and started to add some rows to my shirt. There was a blonde woman and some (possibly Moroccan or half-Antillian, it's hard to tell sometimes) cafe-au-lait-skinned men talking about money. At first, I paid them little attention, they were arguing about how much money the men owed the woman, if any. In other words, none of my business. The men, who we shall call Fredegar, Meriadoc and Peregrin for identification purposes, finally settled their dispute with the woman, who we shall call Goldberry. They grinned and shook hands and all that, and then started to become a bit bored. Fredegar left first to get something to eat, but he did stare a bit at my work.
Finally Goldberry walked up to me, clutching a few token issues of the homeless magazine (that allowed her to hang around without being sent away by security). She asked me what I was making, so I explained to her, and after that Peregrin asked me as well. I ended up giving a mini-lecture on maille to the homeless woman and the two men. I also talked a bit about modern uses of maille (jewelry items, butcher gloves and knife proof vests) and could not suppress a mini-rant on cheap Indian crap flooding the market, crowding out western quality products. Peregrin was very interested, and he looked very closely as I was weaving. He asked about making rings and the tools I used. I finally got up to catch my bus and waved them goodbye. I came home around midnight.
It was somewhat surreal sitting there talking to these people, and I was fully aware that it might be some ruse to get to my wallet or something. They seemed genuinely interested though, and were very friendly and polite. I like talking about maille, but I wasn't sure what to think of those people so I was on my guard. Still, I left with all my valuables still on me and I was fine myself. They say all's well that ends well...
