Monday, October 26, 2020

Newleaf or, the art of finishing

Oh, wow, two knitting post right next to each other.... Continious pottering around, and working on many project at the same time does that... nothing happens for so long, then bumm, a bunch of things get finished at once...

Okay that is a bit of an overstatement, but, its not only got finished, but we even done a proper photoshot... anyhoe, I know, less talk, more pictures, right? 


As usual, I followed thw pattern... just about until I needed to separate the sleeves, then followed my head and my ideas...
There are added decreases and a bit of more agressive increases at the waistline, and some shortrows to make the back longer, so it could cover my arse...and I tried to pray out a bit of the motive of the yoke.


While knitting, the pattern pulled it together a bit, I even got some smartass comment on how I should have tacked down the long floats (thanks mate, I did). and I knew it will block out nicely...and it did. 





And then, when a self-stiping sockyarn works out perfectly with the pattern. 


Both yarn was bought in second hand shops, regular sockyarns. The base is Lana grosse, the colored one is a noname "sockenwolle". 

Pattern is Jennifer Steinglass Newleaf sweater. 

Photos: Norbert Varga

Saturday, October 24, 2020

Socks

In other words what happens, when Idecide I need new socks for my new...(ish) boots. 

Last year, before we went to Transylvania, counting on the fact that we will walk a considerable distance (BTW we did it. Just sayin'.) I wanted some new boots for walking. Already on our way, we stopped at a Decathlon, and I bought a petrol colord piece, but somehow it wasn't really... comfy I guess. It was slightly too big, slightly too hard, and I kept thinking some nice, thick, soft, handknitted sokcs would help the issue a lot. Well, then we came home, summer turned into fall, then winter, we did not travelled all that much anymore, and then, this year we did, but there I needed some city-walking shoes, not boots. 

However, at the end of the summer we drove some, and in the car socks are one thing I like to knit. 
I admit, I rarely do fussy socks - I am not saying never, because someone will count that on me, but usually I let the colors of the yarn speak. 

I have an insane amount of sock yarn. Yes, I giess I already mentioned before, that the love affair started when that particular yarn was not yet available here, and I snagged every little bit that I found in second hand stores. I can still NOT say no to colorful sock yarns, I can still bring home a lot. I do have full balls too, but the most interesting task is figure out what to so with the smaller leftover bits.
At th ebeginning I paired up different colors out of pure necessity, then I grrew to love contrasting heels and toes that I often make my modern (not historical) stockings this way, even if I do have enough yarn for a full pair. 
Almost right after I finished the third pair, I realized, that this year more petrol colored item found its way into my closet, and then (by pure chance, right???) a pair of petrol colored boots fell into my laps (from an online market).. 
However, if anyone would think that all this (namely the matching colors of the boots and the socks) only by chance, see a pair of boots I got last year, and its socks. 
And my pair of winter boots also from last year, with its own pair... 
From these pics I came to think of how many things I never posted about, but then again, tomorrow is another day, right? 

Wednesday, October 7, 2020

Caged

A few years ago, when I started working with historical clothes I started with a traditional cage-crinoline... Actually with two right away, and then a third was made.... Now Andi decided that she wanted a dress for the 1860'ies...

She shopped for steel boning, cotton musline, grosgrain ribbon, and came to my sewing room.
I dug out my old notes and started working...

The steel boning was just not enough (even though we used my secret stash too), so the last round only had its covering and place done. when Andi was packing up a few hours and a photoshoot later... 


If the petticoat looks familiar, its not only by chance... its mine, it already appeared here on this blog somewhere..

Monday, September 14, 2020

Dress from the age of reforms (1845)

 Until I decide what to do with this blog (isn't this a motif that keeps coming back? but the same thing is going for my life, I continiously trying to decide what to focus on, as I want to so so many different stuff)...

Most probably for the next while there will be a mixture of posts about travels (ten days in Italy, that were magical), crafts (clothes, kintting, yarn related) and probably stuff about reenactment and our group, the Mare Temporis Foundation, which sometimes referred as "the foundation" or "MTA" (from its Hungarian name) 

I realized, that in the years I've mde most of my historical clothes I hardly blogged, and I never showed those dresses properly, saved maybe for the first, Tardis Blue ballgown, and the regency daywear. And I feel those dresses deserve their own posts. There was one general summary when I wrote about just how much material goes into an ensemble like that, but lets se some details. There will also be no particular order (not timewise, nor the order of their making, once I might make a summary page, and put them in order, but who knows, how and when).

Anyhow, first let's see my dress from 1845. This period, in Hungarian history was leading up to the 1848 revolution and freedom fight, and called the age of reforms. In English/American it is early Victorian. 

This post was mainly inspired by a blogpost on wrap style 19th century dresses. The wrap / foldover style is a long time favorite of mine, I loved it long before I started doing historical dresses. I loved it for moderm clothes, tops, dresses, sweaters, cardigans... It suits me, and I love it. So I always looked for that style in historical clothes, however assimetry, as far as I can see, only pops up in the regency / napoleonic period.  This blogpost is a nice summary on how 19th century used this style and it also mentions the dress that inspired mine. 

My inspiration was a dress is supposedly in the Moskau Historical Museum. 

Guess what its blue, has small white patterning (two traits in a fabric I deraly love) and its foldover front enchanted me. 
 
I made this dress after a first run with am early victorian dress the previous august, which is not a full succes, but still used when a somewhat lower class victorian character needs to be presented). I do not have many pictures of that dress, only these here, as I probably only wore it once, at the first Savaria Festival I attended. Since it was worn by Nori, who is more found of playing poor characters than I am.
Sewviing the dress, my friend, Tilda helped me to pin up the folds. Which then promptly needed to be taken out, becaus ewhen I took of the the thing all the layers were off and warped. It took me days to rearrange and tack down those little pleats, but I am still ethernally greatful to Tilda for all her help, including the pinning up the final hem. 

When I wear this dress I wear a chemise, bloomers (usually the same I wear for the somewhat earlier, regency period), a corset, a corded petticoat, a small bumpad, ruffled petticoats and a petticoat that should smooth doewn the lines of all that underwear.
The block printed cotton fabric came all the way from india. The small white prints on indigo blue could fool anyone thinking it is a typical hungarian thing, but no. When I ordered it, I thought it will be a cotton, the typical thickness of the printed calicos, but it was much thinner, almost like what we call viscose flockon (the thin rayon). 
I lined the bodice with cotton and added boning to give it structure. 
Searching back for some link, I ralized, that probably this is my most used dress, but rightly so. 
After all that wear I still love it, the details, the folds, the buttons, the narrow,, blue edging at the waist.
Not to mention the fact, that even though it is decidedly a day dress, not a ball gown, it moves nicely when dancing. 



Saturday, September 12, 2020

Ikea

 When you wow NOT to make an 18th century Ikea-dress, because everybody and their sisters has them, what do you bump into in a second hand store.....


It has an ever so slight discoloration, I think I might just overdy it to light blue (what else?) But still....

Thursday, September 3, 2020

Do people still read blogs?

 Is anybody still around here? 

I know I keep saying this blog as a very random journal for myself, but then again... 

Yeah, blogs are written to be read as well, isn't that so? 

I also know that this partical blog is kep in rather haphasardly, sometimes there are a bunch of posts sometimes there are none for weeks....I admit that the absence of any kind of feedback (umm, comments???) makes it harder to keep up (or should I say, makes it easier to be lazy, and not put things up for longer period of time). 

I also know people say that Ravelry / Intsagram/ Facebook and lately, increasingly youtube killed blogging, but I also know , that I, for one, like to read blogs...

So, I do have things to say, and pictures to show you, is anybody still here? 

Saturday, July 18, 2020

If I would not go to concerts...

If I would not go to concerts… (For non-Hungarian friends: According to the latest from our govt, the current rules, for organizing cultural events (concerts, theater plays etc) are only allowed up to 500 persons at an open-air venue... all the while sports events can be organized without any restrictions. When the spokesperson was asked why is this discrimination, the answer was, because people can drink in concerts and then cannot behave and keep distance. Below there are a few Hungarian poets/poems, writers and songs and places are mentioned believe me- they are all very worth of knowing).


If I would not go to concerts, I wouldn’t only a few glasses of cider short (which I rarely drink anyway), but I would be poorer for not knowing some poems, that I find extremely important now, even though as a poem reader I had seen a fair share of the, I wouldn’t know to recite from the poem of Pilinszky „Don1t be afraid” or Ferenc Szemlér’s  „If you would be caring for me”. Not to mention Radnoti’s „Enchanting” (Okay, I WOULD know that, but let me tell you, it is much better sung. If I would not go to concerts, I would long forgotten that one of the last poems of Radnoti’s can be read in a different way, I would not know his wife’s Journal. 

If I wouldn’t go to concerts I wouldn’t’ know a lot of beutiful places, the Castles of Szigliget, KÅ‘szeg, I would have never seen Ráckeve, Alsbogát, Kapolcs, TusnádfürdÅ‘, and a bunch of other, very special places. If I would not go to concerts, I would not read the books of Krisztiám Grecso, I would not know how to put together a photobook, and I would not know what happiness is being truly wet by a summer rain, and sing from the top of your voice „may the rain was our hearts to one”…

If I wouldn’t go to concerts, I would be short of quite a few friends. I wouldn’t know how hard can a special needs girl hug, I wouldn’t know how much I can miss her sister too). 


I would not know the feeling that they save my place in the front row for me, I would not know how a cello and a violin sounds in a rock band. If I would not go to concerts I would not smile on someone’s posts on Facebook, or would not think about the things another shares. If I would not go to concerts I would not know, that one does not only go there for the music, but for the friends.
If I would not go to concerts I would not know what love is. If I would not go to concerts I would be still sitting home, lonely, and feel sorry for myself. I would not know how it feels, when someone cares for you, takes care of you, loves you.
I admit, I’ve never been to a football game, and I am sure there are positive things there, for those who do go, but I find it really sad, that all I got from going to concerts in the last few years, is dismissed with a shrug, because in concerts „alcohol can be drunk”. 
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I’ve never went to a concert to drink, and I would be going just as happy if, from now on, you could get only water in these places.

Most of the pictures were taken by Norbert Varga, at a bunch of different places, I am grateful for everyone who are in the pictures, and for those also who, this time were left out, but they are still in my heart.
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PS: If I wouldn’t go to concerts, I would not have planted flowers this year either. Just sayin’. 

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