On Saturday we are heading to the Gödöllő Castle, where we will introduce the Mare Temporis Time Travel Agency...
We will show the guests fashions of the last 250 years, from the 1750-ies to the early 1900's, not only on ourselves, but we will bring our "hands on history" living history, where visitors can see up close what women were wearing, how, why clothes fitted like they did and such.
If you are near to Budapest - (or Gödöllő), come and see us.
The Facebook event is HERE.
First a fact, an advice, then an opinion...
The fact:
Gallsones and hot potato-pasta (nudli), with sweet, grounded poppy-seed (typical Hungarian food) are NOT friends.
The advice: DO not eat them, especially if you have to work with very strickt deadline, and do not have three days to wallow in your bed.
The opinion... After days of suffering and struggling, and then more days of feeling weak (because of not daring to eat literarly ANYTHING), I had the idea of having some soup. Asked N. to order some for me (because 1. I am still weak as hell, 2. working on something really important, with a really strickt deadline) I really don't have the time nor the energie to cook.
N. went on the food ordering app, to find me some light soup, and all he found:
Goulash soup (from beef and paprika - thanks, I love it, but not now).
Meat soup (in the three days I was out, I managed to throw up some meat-soup, so thats a no for now)
Ragout-soup with tarragon (it has sourcream and onion... no again).
That is it.
Every darned place that would deliver on a Sunday afternoon had only this three on the menue.
Alright, after some more scrolling and digging N found some Gyros places that had lentil soup, and some Italian (Italian type) restaurants that offered tomato soup, but that was really the end.
This is a big city, with lots of restaurants and kind of famous for its gastronomy...
oh well. I guess not.
However, I am still not fully up to making a hat from scratch, so I looked through the websites for used clothing items, and found this small (probably children's) hat. (Sorry, forgot to take a photograph from how the original hat looked like).
Then I soaked it in a some leftover starch solution, and pinned the edges up, and let it dry.
That is a post-series, or columns that born out of the fact, that I just cannot shut up, and always feel the need to explain things, even if it is a picture that supposed to be just a picture and no comment...
Anyhow, this weeks photo shows a lot about me (and my fabric stash), when a museum asked for a reproduction of a dress off one of their famous painting, I go into said museum, and show them 4 different shades of taffeta to let them choose from.
I hate the changes of the clock between summer and winter times.
I never really understood how it is possible to save electricity with it, and as I read, lately it does not even do that, because our lives and the way we use electricity changed so much.
Being the owl type, the one who can hardly function in the mornings, while I hate dark, and the fact that , especially because of this change, it gets so dark so early in winter time, so, if we would ever have the chance to say which time-zone should we stay in, I would definetly vote for the summer (saving) time.
New stays to go with the new dress... and my new sizes.
The thing is, I made one, when I started this project, and did sized down the last pattern I worked out earlier...
But when I finished it, it was just a tiny bit big. I mean, what I usually say, when I talk about stays and corsets, that sizing down the waist is not their main task. This one was just the size which already gave me the typical 18th century conical silhuett, but did not pull anything in...
So, when the last evening I had a couple of hours left, I thought, what the heck, let's do one that is properly sized...
