Weekend program

 I promised a post about our weekend programs, and here we go, though this is more for those who are in or near to Budapest:

There was a great glass artist, Miksa Róth (1865-1944), and there is a museum in the house where he lived and his workshop was. 

We are regular ghosts there, we already did two different programs, both of them on three dates (and two or three performance on each of those), and we are working on the third, which will be a city walk around that area, on Saturday at 11 AM and 2 PM. 

The event is HERE

A breath of air

 That is what I am coming up for...

September was crazy-busy, and it is not over yet. 

Yes, I know, most of it I did it to myself (to ourselves), things we did not really thought through, and some of it could have been expected, though not to the amount it finally ended up hounting me.

So lets just recount.

We had been at international events. One was Italy, Palmanova, one of our favorite, the other one was Pozsony (Bratislava), which is new for us, but since it was only for one day, and it is also rather close, we said what the heck. But then came Prague, which we originally declined, partly because there was supposed to be another one here in Budapest, which got cancelled, so we said okay, Prague is not the end of the world, we love Prague, and besides, it is always good to make contacts... (There will be separate posts with pictures about all these events, a bit later).

However, all that resulted us not being home 15 days of the month, and adding to that a family thing I am dealing with (which I am not ready to talk about here just yet, though if we are friends in real life, you probably know), and which takes me out of the city one day a week. 

Now, add to this that my work is always busy in August and September, as DROPS comes out of their fall/winter catalogues this time, but the rate they are uploading the patterns is much (MUCH) faster than usual, I already worked more than twice as much, as usual, and gotten done more work in this month, than I ever did for a month (and I did have some months I worked a lot in the years). 

And I had to also prepare for a new program we are developing, and write offers for two museums, which all took reserach, thoughts, and work... (I am coming with some program suggestion on Thursday). 

So all of that meant that whenever I was home (and not sleeping), I was sitting at my computer, working, thus all my best plans and intentions to start blogging again when out of the window. 

(The butterfly aircraft is on the wall of a mall in Prague)

Even though I have several topic, posts, even series/column I want to do, but those plans are not cancelled, only postponed.

And no, I am not complaining, I love life, when it things are happening. Just saying. 

Weekly SO

I decided to keep this Weekly Strong Opinion "column".

Since opinions, I have. Often strong ones.

Like, when a couple of days ago, I was sitting at my laptop, working and looked up, thinking...

F..ck, it hardly passed 7 PM, and already DARK outside. 

Which reminded me, I am definetly not one of those, who wait for fall all summer... and just how much I hate winter, and I am not okay with fall either. 

All right, it has its beauty sometimes, the fall fruits, the colors, but I do not like the cold or the dark. 

But then again, I am so glad, that september 1st is just a date for me, does not means the end or the start of anything, not really even the end of summer, or start of shcool, especially since they are over for Chris too, start of schoolyear only means one thing: I need to avoid stores that sells shcool-supplies for a few days. 

Confession

 First of all, I have a confession to make. 

Actually I did mention this, in march, when I made my blue cloak, hoping that things will change, but they did not. And this was one of the reasons, I didn't feel much like blogging, because this is a craft blog, and what is a craft blog, without crafts?

So what was it?

I just could not sew. Yes, I had ideas, I had plans, in fact I had needs for new clothes, I had patterns, I had fabrics, but I just could not. I tried to find the reason for it, and though I did had some ideas, some excuses, I could not get to the root of the problem. Then I tried to bridge the problem, but I could not. 

I was sitting here, staring to my screen, thinking oh, I should make this, I could make that, but I could not even start. Well, that is not entirely true, as I did get sometimes as far as buying a pattern, a few times I even printed and taped/cut them, but only once I got further, when I cut out and sew an edwardian skirt and coat, only to abandon them, before the last few steps (sewing the hem, and putting in the sleeves). 

It went on for at least six months, and only really managed to drag myself out of it in late July and early August.

I have sewn a few things since, but I am still not sure, if I am really over the mojo-crisis or not.  

Did you ever encountered a loss of mojo, like that? How did you react? Did you managed to get over it? how? 

Coming back

Winter is coming, and things supposed to quiet down, and I am thinking about coming back. Yes, I always think about whether I should or not, but I have things to talk about, stuff to show you... and I never used any of my media platforms way to seriously, never counted (much less compared) likes (though I was surprised to see an extremely high number of my previous "Sign of life" post. 

I rather liked doing the (almost) everyday posts, though they were sometimes overwhelming (thinking up to say things, even when I felt rather lost).

I will have "filler" colums, and I will try to put some order into the posts, and I am not promising a post each day, but I hope to do a few each week, however, we will see. 

What do you think? Any suggestion? Topics you want to hear about from me? 

Signs of life

Hello everyone, I am still alive. Unfortunately, more things came up over the summer, and not all of it good, I kinda fell of the horse and not easy to get back. 

I will be back with (more) regular postings, and I will show you finished projects, tell you stories, opinions and whatnot, I just need to wait until my soul catches up with me.

Until then, programs:

Until the end of August, you can find me at:

on the 9th, in rococo from head to toe, at the Baroque wedding in Győr,

On the 20th in Edwardian sports-gear with edwardian sports and fashion, in teh Tisza Castle at Geszt,

and between 21-24th in Szombathely, at the Savaria Historical Carnival, on Friday with Napoleonic scenes, on Sunday with Edwardian circus, and all around in between.

Thank you all for your patiente. 

Virus-status, programs, and other stuff

 I am sorry everyone, I did not mean to fall off the face of the Earth, but things came up, and my even my resources are finite, and something had to go for a while... I am not about to stop blogging forever (at least not for now), but there are times, when I need... time, I think. 

A few thing came up, just about the same time, like the start of the "season", which is actually the start of the season for more things, not only concerts, but also festivals, and also reenactment event. Yes, we do pride ourselves on, that though most reenacting groups are our on events from end of May until mid-September, we are working through all year(last december was crazy), still the most event is in summer.

There are always concerts and festivals to go, and the midst of it, in 40 C° I managed to get a heatstroke, a sunstroke AND the nastiest throat virus ever, that of course came with a throat pain (the type where you feel there are blades in the place of your tonsils), then went for my sinuses, and then for coughing fits... 

It took me a week to be able to get out of the bed, even more to function somewhat. I will survive, but it seems it is taking longer than usual.

The thing is, when you fall off the vagon, it is really hard to get back. I was planning this post for a few days at least, trying to figure out what to say and how to say it.

As for programs, the Visegrad Palace games are on this weekend, and we will be up in the castle, as the ladies in waiting for Beatrix, the wife of Matthias Rex, all decked out in our renaissance fineries. Come see us, talk to us.