Getting somewhere... (not sure where, yet)

[thanate]

A large chunk out of the middle of my day was taken up by going to a Falls Church Doll Club meeting with my mother, who was doing a presentation on Native American ethnic dolls and wanted help carrying things. Five bags, boxes, and domed cat carriers later, we filled up two round cafeteria tables with dolls. There was tea, and other members of the doll club (all my mother's age or older) some of whom were very nice, and at least one whom I would be happy never to see or hear again. I've been a bit curious about it since my mother joined the doll club about a year or so ago, but I don't think I've got much of anything in common with any of the other members, and sitting in a room full of women discussing bluettes and their family ancestry isn't something I need to pay to do every month. I did manage to crochet what will probably be about half of a shawl or capelet sort of thing for Beryl, and I've done some photo wrangling this evening, but that's about the productive count to my day.

The beryl-creature is off making trouble somewhere else, and probably developing an unsuitable attachment to one of kittymaru's dolls, but I did a proper photo shoot of the green dress before she left. (no, she still hasn't got a chemise-- it may be that she's just that kind of a girl.)





There are a bunch more in the DOA gallery, if you're registered there.

And the glass cat is busking on the windowsill:







Ok, time to do some more beadwork.

Comments

[the-impassive.livejournal.com]

WOW, what is that little clear person?

[thanate.livejournal.com]

She's a 27cm obitsu (only for some reason the "clear" head they sell is covered in silver spraypaint, so I had to take acetone to it to make her all clear)

She's also the Glass Cat (from the Oz books) with emerald eyes and pink brains. I haven't figured out how to get into her torso, so she remains heartless.

[doll-paparazzi.livejournal.com]

Looks like a Micronaut. Heh. :3

I so want one of those Period presses FULL sized for me. HOW YOU TEMPT ME.

[thanate.livejournal.com]

heh... I've had a blue one for me half-fitted for the last year and a half, but my rib cage keeps changing size just enough to throw the fittings off, and I've been too lazy to beg the help of someone else who can help me finish it. It is sad.

Surely there are west coast SCA types who do those. You should try bartering for one!

[doll-paparazzi.livejournal.com]

Oh FFS, the west coast people are LAME. D:

I have a commission trade for Byzantine ware (this is what the person does, bte) for over five years now. I paid for ALL the fabric (over $200 worth, thank you very much). I told her I could make ANY piece of pottery (pretty much within reason) off the Museum of London site. That I would make her period feastgear (i.e. drinking vessel, plate, bowl and a second drinking vessel... ) for her to JUST sew the freaken dress. Has she done it? NOOOooooo.

I also commissioned an LJ person to do some work for me. She ran off and I had to hunt her down like a poor dog (poor girl). And she still owes me the most expensive part, a pair of japanese hakama. And I paid top dollar too.

You've seen my work, right? My stuff is pretty good if I do say so myself (two things I know I am pretty darn good at... pottery and doing nasty dirty things to men in the sack). So... well, I know these people were just being flakey.

I share WAY too much, don't I? :O

[thanate.livejournal.com]

That is very sad. Clearly you should move to Atlantia, where we've got good and responsible costumers. I continue to feel that whether the SCA is a good experience very much depends on who you're playing with, because there's so much stupid drama potential, and so many crazy flaky people.

[kittymaru.livejournal.com]

I just love the Glass Cat. ♥

Beryl is enjoying Shadow. Or maybe he's enjoying her. I'm not really sure what's going on. Too many hooves and too many horns.

[thanate.livejournal.com]

I'm just glad she didn't decide to fixate on Martel or anyone, because I could totally see her being the sort to do something like that and generally make a nuisance of herself. Heh. Early Tori Amos is generally her theme music in my head.