Wednesday, May 8, 2013

My Library Runneth Over: Books on Lacemaking for Reenactors

I realize I've strayed somewhat into squidgy territory here, posting costume content on my personal blog. Oh well, too late now.  I mean, technically, I'm posting about books, not costumes, so maybe it's a fine line?  Whatever.

Renaissance Lace!  It's a Thing.  There are an incredible glut of books on lace out there, but unfortunately there aren't a lot of good ones on Renaissance (meaning roughly between 1500 and 1600) laces. A surprisingly large number of the books out there are basically brag books of rich Victorian collectresses, some with viable historical research, some without, and some containing unverifiable research from sources that've since been lost to time. Unfortunately, since a lot of these are also now out of copyright, there are a bunch of shitty on-demand "publishers" printing illegible scans of the works for cheap - so if you find a copy of Old Italian Lace (vols 1 or 2) online for under $50, don't bother. The text is illegible in most of the book, so much the worse the patterns. (If you find an authentic copy, let me know?)

So here's my top four books on historical - and specifically Renaissance - lace, in ascending order.

A Pictorial Archive of Lace Designs by Carol Belanger Grafton. This one looks lovely, but contains mostly reticella and filet from the 16th century, and then skips over the 17th century nearly completely. And as it says, it's merely an archive of designs - I'm guessing culled from period sources and pattern books from some of the reproduction errors.  Still, here are some beauty shots to whet your whistle.
Reticella

Really fancy Reticella

Filet or possible re-embroidered lace
It's good for getting an idea of what you'd be going for, though not very helpful in getting there.



Next, there's a Dover book, Renaissance Patterns for Lace, Embroidery, and Needlepoint. While this one is genuinely 100% Renaissance, it's again a mixture of Reticella and filet, neither of which I really do.  Still, pretty, and very handy reference for the motifs.


(I just liked the unicorn, quite frankly)


Okay, so now we get in to the stuff you probably haven't seen. These are the two good ones in my collection. 
Small, but mighty.

First off is Elizabethan Lace, by Gillian Dye.  This is a great little book, and unlike any of the others I have, it covers a bunch of different techniques (Reticella, cutworks. bobbin lace, filet/lacis) and even throws in sections on pinking, and lucet and finger-loop braiding. She cites, and shows pictures of, extant laces, and she provides lacemaking patterns for many. Best yet (for me) she also wrote a very good book called "The Beginner's Guide to Bobbin Lace" which came highly recommended by the staff at Lacis in Berkeley. I worked through most of the exercises, and it was actually really easy to follow - and she uses the same scheme instructions in this book.
 If you're going to get one book on lace, this is the one I'd get. Better yet, you can get it (and her two other books on historical bobbin lace trimmings, which are FABULOUS) directly from the publisher.  There is no better way to directly support someone than to pay them direct with as few middlemen as possible.

Totally not joking. This is almost a one-stop-shop.

Just a lovely example, oooh, aaah.
The other "good one" in my collection is another specifically about bobbin lace.
 An Early Lace Workbook is Rosemary Shepherd's contribution to the study of historical lace. Oh how I wish I could get these two ladies in the same room and sharing info!  This is a much bigger book, and rather more thorough, than any of Gillian Dye's historical lace books.  It gives examples from art, discusses working, charting, and giving up on charting existing laces.  Bonus: it talks a lot about some of the gold and silver laces that you see on a lot of the later period gowns, when people realized how much faster it is to make bobbin lace than it is to embroider.  Again, you can also order directly from the publisher. I got mine with a signed bookplate.  Awwww. :)
Check out that extant coif!

Thursday, May 2, 2013

We can start moving forward

How's that bricklayin' coming?
How's your engine runnin'?
Is that bridge getting built?
Are your hands getting filled?

Won't you tell me, my brother?
'Cause there are stars - up above.
We can start - moving forward.
                                            - Lost in My Mind, The Head and the Heart

Work happens whenever you have the most full plate imaginable.  At the same time, there is that old saying "When the student is ready, the teacher appears."

I'm finally getting to do the things I want at work. And I feel like pushing away the constraints of my traditional model of Calvinist virtue has made -space- for new things.  More on that later. The world is finally filled with opportunity, and opportunity that I can take. All it takes is to let go.

Thursday, April 11, 2013

My Library Runneth Over: Books on Victorian Clothing

I have a lot of books.  You're all surprised. The other day I discovered two new books that'd been hitherto unknown to me, and it inspired me to write a bit of a review, since my current pet peeve is the lack of critical and comparative reviewing on self-published works.
(No, I haven't had a chance to clean up and start the next corset yet)

Right, so.  Almost everyone I know has the trio of Dover collections of Victorian photography, so I'll start there.


Alison Gernsheim's collection in Victorian and Edwardian Fashion is a very good overview, as you'd expect from the title. It starts out around 1845, and contains about twice as much academic commentary on the history of Western (and particularly British) dress as it does pictures of it. The book has an amazing variety of styles represented, all neatly labeled with year and studio when available. Additional notes are available at the front of the book.  My quibble with this one is that it contains less about the high-crinoline era than I'd like, and it tends to capture the exceptional - the exceptionally rich or richly dressed, the royals, and people in rather interesting poses - rather than the mundane. It's difficult to critique as a representative sample because of that, and so I think it's a great introduction to the wide variety and novelty in Victorian photography, but not necessarily a good generalized costume reference.

(Also, I totally cracked up when I saw the doll furniture carving guy on The Wire looking at a copy.)



Kristina Harris's Victorian Fashion In America is a good deal more specific, but suffers from the same issues as above. The quest seems to mainly be for novelty, and little attention is paid to the prevailing fashions. I'm also really disappointed that in a book of 88 pages, only 9 pages cover the period of most interest to most American Victorian reenactors, which is to say the Civil War. There's a lot of randomness in there, and again, novelty, but it's also mostly pictures of young and middle aged rich white women and their children.  Hardly a diverse representative sample.



American Victorian Costume in Early Photographs by Priscilla Harris Dalrymple does much, much better. The book is helpfuly divided by decade, and contains a much wider variety of subjects and different economic classes, though again, no really poor people or servants. (I wouldn't expect that of a book of portraits, but hey, I could dream.) There's a bare page or so of description for each decade, which I actually greatly appreciate - it's much better, IMO, to let your eyes tell you what you're seeing first and not let the text lead you down other paths. For example, that picture of the kid in the diagonally buttoning tunic? It's a la Russe, which is to say in the style of a Russian peasant tunic, but if you'd read the caption first you might assume that the applied description was the ultimate one.



As a great companion to these books, I recommend Asa Briggs' Victorian Portrait.  While the photographs reproduced in the book aren't clearly labeled with a year, the book provides a good introduction to the practices of Victorian photography. It's an invaluable introduction to spotting the more posed specimens - theatrical promo photos, staged curio or souvenir photos, fancy dress balls, satirical or comedic photos - and correctly identifying genuine occupational photos, as opposed to those produced as a sort of propaganda campaign glorifying the Industrial Revolution.  It's very meta. There are also some interesting pictures of working poor and laboring servants, which is a nice change.



Next, the acclaimed Who Wore What? by Juanita Leisch.  This is a really good book for anyone just starting in Civil War reenacting, because it covers a rather narrow span of years (1861 to 1865) and breaks down a woman's ensemble into parts. However, it's not always clear where a certain aspect being discussed belongs on the socio-economic scale, and it's also not clear when certain aspects do or do not go together. (Described in a vacuum, you could just assume they were mix-and-match, but they really weren't.)  Still, the line drawings are very clear and helpful, and the book also contains a quick and helpful introduction to historical interpretation (a la The Ruritainian Purple Feathers, if you're familiar with that article). My only problem is that the author takes some very strong proscriptive stands, which I think you could find exceptions to quite easily. It seems that this book was written as a bespoke manual in reaction to some sub-par costuming somewhere.  That said, as a book for dressing an ensemble, this is a great start.

And since I failed to acquire a copy of Dressed for the Photographer at a reasonable price, we'll skip to the newest acquisitions.


The Way They Were: Dressed in 1860-1865's somewhat awkwardly placed semicolon makes me wonder if Donna J. Abraham (of the somewhat eponymous Abraham's Lady sutlery) plans to tackle other subjects in the future. I hope so. The books are a quarto sized, about 150 pages each, with 4 cartes de visite reproduced on most pages. None of the pictures are explicitly dated, but given that the subject matter is very narrowly dated, I can't find fault there. The photos are helpfully grouped by main feature: outerwear, fancy bonnets, fabric types, dress details, accessories, hairstyles. There are sections on children and men, and a very sweet section of group portraits. Very little background information is presented, and I actually prefer this.  By looking at such a large volume of pictures, you get a sense of the trends and styles, taste and sensibilities at work behind the actual garments. You truly begin to understand the generalities of the fashion, and less the specifics as picked out in exceptional portraiture.  This would also be a great reference for ensembles, and as a self-published work it is quite inexpensive.

If I ever decide to shell out $60 for Dressed for the Photographer, I'll update this entry. ;)

Monday, April 8, 2013

World's Dirtiest...?

About two years ago I started collecting vintage and antique gelatin molds. Yeah, this is like, the dorkiest weirdest hobby ever. And what's funny is that until that point, I always hated "old fashioned" jello, because it meant jello full of random slimy fruit that tasted bitter in comparison to the jello it was in, and often clashed flavor-wise to boot.  (I'm thinking of YOU, Mandarin-orange-Blackberry Delight Ring! ::shudder::)

But anyway.  I have a Collection.  And I want to document it in its entirety someday, but for now let me tell you a hilarious story.

I tend to pick up molds when I see something that is either unique, undervalued, or intriguing. I found one online that was all three.

It's a 1 pint mold of thin pressed copper, with a separate soldered-on top boss, and a tin lined interior. The tinning is intact. It was still amazingly cheap, particularly considering both condition and that it's *copper*.  Add to that the interestingly unique shell-like top design, and an outside stamping pattern I hadn't seen before, and I put in a bid without even thinking.

Fancy side stampings and flutings take up the extra diameter in a circular sheet of metal as it's put through the presses. And the Victorians never passed up a chance to make something more decorative. Later, the flutings were no longer required as the sides of the mold were made of two semi-circular pieces of crimped sheet metal soldered together and then soldered to an embossed top.

Many of the crimping designs resemble Gothic church windows, flying buttresses, steeples, and other such highfalutin' architectural concerns.  You can get something of an idea of the manufacturer by matching the side stampings - though I imagine that there was a certain amount of copying from manufacturer to manufacturer, especially as fashions in architecture changed over time.



The shell-top mold arrived from an estate sale in Canada, reeking of smoke. I cleaned it and didn't think much more of it until the other day when I was looking at it out of the corner of my eye while reading an article that touches on the naugty-themed foods sometimes served to private diners.  And then I noticed a... certain resemblance to a particular anatomical part.

I put it aside as my imagination, but then after looking through my research collection, I discovered only one more example of this... ah, motif.  And the top boss, which I shall cease to call "shell" and maybe now call "fountains", is the same.
This one even appears to have the accessory parts rendered so subtly at the base!

So the question then remains: Is this the dirtiest jelly mold in history, or is my mind the dirtiest of all the history dorks?

Sunday, April 7, 2013

Getting there

I recently turned 30. I'm trying to reclaim my life from the encroaching burden of work, and kinda winning. I'm sewing a bit more. I'm juggling a billion expectations and duties, and starting to learn where what is real stops and where my reaction begins. I went skiing, backpacking, traveled for work, got rear ended, am planning a huge cultural social event for work, am working with a larger group for an even larger event.  And yet so far the most jarring thing is that after three years of parking in the same downtown Palo Alto garage, I got upgraded, significantly.

As cheesy as it sounds to my own ears, I'm giving myself permission to do what I want, and to say yes to things which I feel are worthwhile. (Like, coincidentally, going to Rocky Horror again... )
Yup. Feeling alright.


Still can't seem to stop buying jelly molds. That's fine though, there'll be a post soon on a hilarious one I bought the other day and only recently figured out what it *was*.

Friday, March 29, 2013

Incipient Birthdayness

I am almost 30.

Honestly, I'm not freaking out about the number, so much as the bizarre mental and emotional changes I've watched other friends encounter as they strike, then pass, that mark.

I do not want to become awful-unfunny-comic-strip Cathy.

I keep telling folks, it's not the age I'm worried about, it's the sudden loss of identity that some of those wrenching changes bring. I remember with acute clarity the last one and I can only hope not to repeat the whiplash portion.

On the other hand, it seems like (oh god please don't let this be jinxing it) a bunch of people are coming to my partyhike this year. I hope it doesn't rain.

Sunday, March 3, 2013

Ski Trip 2013

I just got back from the (fourth!) company ski trip.  I think, and I hate to say this, that it peaked last year. (The food and bar were not nearly as good as they had been - though there were some more activities that made up for it.) Though this year the company I kept was fantastic, and unequivocally *actually into me*. It's amazing how much of a difference that makes.

I drank, danced, sang some group karaoke. I got on skis for the first time since 4H Snow Camp in like... I kept saying 1998 but I think it might have actually been 1996 or 1997.  The equipment is totally different than it used to be - skis aren't pointy at the tips anymore!  And they turn a *lot* easier, holy cow. I actually did pretty well on the big wide open, not too steep parts. As long as I was going slowly enough that I felt like I was in control, I managed to be reasonably comfortable.  I think it's speed that screws me up; I start getting scared, and turning into the hill to slow down too much, which tires me out, which makes turning harder, which scares me more.  I *did* start to lose control on my right leg by lunchtime, but I had a lovely post-lunch session going down the mountain with Mike.

Today it was raining down in the valley, so we slept in and skipped the cross-country skiing. Bummer. Then in the shuffle to get on the bus early (though we did sign up for the 2pm one after all) we skipped the custom cupcake place, and the yearly tradition of the Belgian waffles.  Somehow, the Sunday is the most tiring day of all, bleh.

I did get some sewing done on the bus. Just need to stitch the armholes on the Regency corset - which probably will no longer fit me since I made it like... two years ago now?