Thursday, March 26, 2015
The Metropolitan Museum of Art has a great resource for anyone interested in art - hundreds of art books and catalogues can be downloaded for free from their website. Things that would cost a lot of money in book form can be downloaded in pdf form and read on your computer or tablet. The link for the Metropolitan Museum Publications site allows you to search for a title or keyword. There is the added advantage that in the US, if someone takes a photograph of an out of copyright work and the only thing in the image is that work, then the photograph cannot be copyrighted. Any image of an out of copyright work thus becomes public domain. This isn't the case in the UK, unfortunately.
Wednesday, March 11, 2015
|Making a circle with pen, thread and drawing pin|
I started to bead and embroider velvet sections to go onto the bag - one of the youtubers who demonstrated their bought bag online kindly told me that the "official" facsimile bag has eight sections of velvet material and so I made those separately, and then sewed them onto the bag.
Once all the velvet sections were sewn onto the bag I began to embroider between the sections. On the official bag these sections seem to be quite crude straight embroidery, but I made mine a bit more magical with swirls and spirals.
I beaded every other one - I was beginning to worry about the weight of the bag, which is bigger than the facsimile and of a heavier more sturdy material.
I made a base plate out of cardboard covered with fabric and joined a tassel to the middle of that and embroidered it. I had a lot of problems working out how to attach it. From looking at the facsimile I think the sections are gathered a bit before being attached to the base plate, but that looked terrible, so I just went for a straightforward attachment.
I'm leaving the silken cords very long for the moment. Kate is coming to stay tomorrow, and so I will check with her to see how long she'd ideally like them. Apart from some extra beading around the baseplate and the edge, I think it is more or less done!
Wednesday, March 4, 2015
|The crocus is flowering|
Usually when people move, they have some link to the place that they have chosen, whether that is a family link of a link to a new job or just a desire to live there for some reason. My reasons were entirely practical: I needed to find a place where I could afford a house, where we were near to transport but had the normal things, shops and doctors in walking distance. I approached the search like a job, having been let go at the end of a monthly contract I had the time to search while at the same time looking for somewhere to live.
Initially I looked at places closer to London. My son's girlfriend's father was in hospital in London and likely to stay there and so we needed good transport links to London for her, and of course my family still lives around Uxbridge and Hertfordshire (mostly) and so I wanted to be able to travel back to see them.
I collated the houses in my price range, with the number of bedrooms I needed, with a small garden, close to a station, with shops in walking distance, and haunted Zoopla and Right Move and estate agents' websites. I compiled secret boards on Pinterest, afraid that if I posted them to my public boards someone would swoop in and gazump me before I'd had a chance to visit and view.
I fell in love with a house in the Lincolnshire fens, which had virtually none of the things I said I was asking for, but which I loved dearly, but head governed heart when a report showed that the walls were gradually parting company with each other and would need a lot of remedial work. I might have been tempted if it had been close to a station or good coach route, but the half hour bus ride to the nearest town was the clincher. And so I continued to look.
I must admit that it wasn't love at first sight when I saw this house, but its resemblance to the house I had loved made me want to see it, and once I had walked through the door, and especially once I had seen the garden, I was hooked.
A year on, I have found a few things to dislike. There seems to be coal ash in the vegetable garden, which is not very healthy, and I must put in raised beds or use pots for growing things, and had to allow my prize marrows and sweetcorn to rot. The central heating was not very efficient and terribly expensive to run, and I have replaced it with a modern boiler and taken out the ugliest fireplace in the world and replaced it with another radiator.
But in general, I have found a house I can love, and can forgive the damp in the bedrooms and the cracks in the plaster. I once heard Lucinda Lambton say that she kissed the walls of her house in Berkshire beause she loved it so much. This is the first time I have felt that way about a house I've lived in.
The countryside around the town is beautiful, I love the wolds and the little villages. It's a pleasure to drive out and find mysteriously winding roads. I didn't look at the countryside much when I viewed the house, because we travelled from the A1 and most of the way it is fairly flat and uninteresting, it's only as you pass through Market Rasen that the wolds begin to undulate and the landscape which looks so English and so untouched comes into view.
There's so much more sky, and the weather changes fast. The air is crystal clear most of the time, although the large number of coal fires around the town make it a bit more dusty in the winter, something that I blamed on my own coal fire until I took it out and found the black dust is still the same. There is a sharpness to the air which you simply don't get in London, except on rare autumn mornings when the cold of dawn burns off with the sun. The wind that I was warned about does sweep in off the Lincoln plain, but the weather is often warmer and dryer here than forecast for the rest of the country.
I've started to look in the right place on weather maps - the habit of looking to the west of London is hard to break - and I've started to think of myself as a member of this town. Everything seemed so familiar the first time I came here. There are places in South London which seem entirely alien to me, even though I have lived in and around London for so long. But this place seems like home.
I did what everyone told me to do, and waited to make changes to the house or the garden, to find out what lurks in the garden borders and to work out what I would like to do with the house. The garden has a lot of bulbs in it, and these are breaking through for the second time since I moved... crocus and snowdrops are flowering already and the first signs of spring propelled me out of the front door to prune the roses before it was too late yesterday.
I've not really embedded into the community yet. I volunteered for a few weeks at the Air Ambulance shop, but felt I was wasting my time, doing something which many volunteers could do instead of using my talents. I offered to put things on ebay, or to paint and renovate the things they were throwing away, but they declined, and making the odd dash to London was very inconvenient for everyone, as they couldn't rely on me being there. So I stopped. I've volunteered for the business improvement group, (now disbanded) and joined the rail user group. The people here seem very kind and open. When we stayed in Tealby shortly before we moved, everyone warned us that shopping would take longer in Market Rasen because everyone is so friendly, and that's true.
So... this is a new start, a new year, spring is starting to shoot, and I will try to blog more regularly than I have.
Tuesday, March 3, 2015
|"TimeTeam2007" by Original uploader was Bedoyere at en.wikipedia Licensed under Public Domain via Wikimedia Commons|
Season eight has an Anglo-saxon cemetary in Lincolnshire, season nine has Ancaster on Ermine street in Lincolnshire.
Then there's Wickenby which was episode four in season 15. Wickenby is about five miles from Market Rasen, and the episode I watched covered a dig there. There appeared to be both Iron Age and Roman remains in the field in Wickenby, and interest in the site was partially aroused by metal detecting finds on the site - lots and lot of brooches and coins and stuff, including a marvellous metal bowl.
Tony Robinson appeared to be surprised that the Romans had penetrated rural Lincolnshire, as though it were shocking that they had deviated from the Ermine Way, the roman road which goes through Lincoln on its way to the north, but actually there are a lot of Roman remains in this part of Lincolnshire. Three Roman kilns have been found in Market Rasen, and there have been a lot of finds in Osgodby, which is north of Market Rasen.
It was interesting to learn that not a lot is known yet about these smaller places - most of the finds for Roman Britain are within the context of the larger towns and forts which the Romans lost no time in erecting around the country. Smaller places, where, it was suggested, the Roman way of life may have arrived and affected the way in which the native lived their lives, without an accompanying Roman population, are much less known. It made me wonder if the recycling which the team thought was happening at the site (metal and stone) was actually being done to take advantage of the new market which the Roman invasion was offering - as they seemed to be of the opinion that the site was in use quite soon after the invasion in the first century AD.
It made me want to go and dig up the back garden, although I controlled that impulse. Not only has the ground here been very disturbed because the house and garden have been in use for 160 years, but the weather is nippy and the ground is pretty hard at this time of year. Archaeology is definitely a summer activity.
I was very disappointed when I visited the local museum at Lincoln, because I wanted to gain a clear picture of the history of Lincolnshire, and they seemed to have been diverted by the addition to the national curriculum by Egypt and invasion forces into including an overall history of the country and not a specific history of Lincolnshire or Lincoln. Those things that were in the cabinets, stone age tools and other finds, were very poorly labelled with information.
It seems as though the history of the period of Roman invasion and settlement is not very well understood from a domestic and small-scale settlement point of view. In the programme the Roman expert Guy de la Bedoyere suggested that a lot more will become known about these things in future years, but that little was known about it at present.
I visited his web site, which has qute a lot about the different legions which served in the Roman army, and about where they were stationed. He is now working as a teacher at Sleaford.