Yesterday Alan and I spent tearing down the old pond, pulling out the massive plants (after he hacked them back with machete first), digging out eight years of accumulated muck, bailing the remaining water, and temporarily evicting the frogs. It was a messy, slippery, stinky mucky job, but necessary. I counted four frogs, but there might be more ( Read more... )

I've finally loaded, and mostly annotated, my photos from CostumeCon 29 this weekend. They are in three sets; Fantasy and Sci-Fi Masquerade, Historical Masquerade, and Hall Costumes.

Some of my favorites from this weekend:
madamekat 's Green Evening Gown (and tiara)

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Today I wore my 1890's walking suit (that I made years ago for a Lost Cause Victorian Christmas performance) in the morning for a few pictures and classes.


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First half a day at CostumeCon 29. Sadly I slept in and underestimated the time it would take me to pack, so I missed the classes I wanted to take in the first half of the day, but got to hang out with Bob and Robyn of RH, and bum hotel room space with them too.

After dinner I went to the SciFi-Fantasy Masquerade, and was equally awed, perplexed ( Read more... )

Inspires by the parade of lovely hats, coats and dresses during the morning Royal Wedding celebration, I've got a serious hankering for attending CostumeCon 29 currently in progress in New Jersey. But Alan and I had plans to deal with the pond this weekend, tearing down and bailing out the current hole and setting up the new liner. Alas the new ( Read more... )

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Hope those who celebrate Christmas had a lovely holiday. We kept to a low key Christmas here at home.

Alan and I enjoyed a yummy Christmas Eve dinner with attack-laurel and her Bob at Akbar's Indian Restaurant, back to their place for drinks and conversation, and then we motored about Savage and Columbia to marvel at the various homes festively lit for the ( Read more... )

The week before Thanksgiving, Kirsten and I worked to install a brick paving strip and retaining wall along one side of our driveway. It was tough
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I've always found something compelling about the Clive Owen/Kiera Knightly/Ioan Gruffudd movie King Arthur. Much of the costuming and armor is bad. The story is certainly fantastical, and let's not even discuss the leather bondage top. But something in the staging, characterizations, cinema photography, and music is so well done to be enrapturing. ( Read more... )