#historical recreation

[eyes-eyes-eyes-eyes-eyes-eyes]

1. are you are into fashion history at all

2. are you queer and/or neurodivergent

trying to prove something

[uniquekindoftrash]

Главу дајем, Крај'ну не дајем!

[projectregencygentleman]

Hello all, and welcome to Project Regency Gentleman!

This is a project that I've wanted to do for at least ten years. Historical fashion has always fascinated me, and I'm very excited to begin this project.

I'm currently planning a variety of items both accurate and fantastical, but to start I'm making a Napoleonic era Royal Navy Captain's undress coat for the accurate and a Royal Aerial Corps (from Naomi Novik's Temeraire series) Captain's undress coat for the fantastical, as well as the requisite shirts, waistcoats, and breeches/pantaloons/trousers.

This first round is not going to be period-accurate materials, and most things will be machine-sewn because I do not hate myself, but I hope to be as accurate as a total amateur could be in terms of fashions!

[messed-up-polkadots]

Dress progress! It's got new sleeves, fixed the side seams, and I repositioned the lace trim! Will I be motivated enough to add more embellishments before next week? Who knows.

[motelpearl]

[autumngracy]

Winter Food Storage - The Bleak Frontier

Jon and Ryan of Townsends talk about winter food storage on the American frontier and recreate the French Barley Pudding recipe from The Lady’s Assistant by Charlotte Mason.

[zoi-no-miko]

OH MY GOD FUCK ME HOLY SHIT JESUS CHRIST I NEED TO MAKE IT

Tudor-esque dress, 1890. House of Worth

[shotgunyuri]

“Good luck. And DON’T fuck it up.”

[brasideios]

Thought some of y’all might be interested in this deep dive. I love Heilung, Wardruna etc, but it’s not historical music by any stretch of the imagination.

Interesting tit-bit I picked up in my casual studies of Viking age history a few years back now that he doesn’t mention - there’s no evidence that there were drums during this period. The preservation of wood does occur in graves in Scandinavia but no drums have been found.

It’s been suggested that they may have used their shields to beat a tune instead, and there’s a section in Heilung’s LIFA show where they do that - so hats off to them for that - but modern ‘Viking’ music is very drum heavy without any basis in known history.

[daguerreotyping]

Tintype of what appears to be a light-hearted spot of stabbing between friends, circa 1880

[friday411]

Thank you so much @amypihcs and @fruitviking for spreading the word/s!

@surlifen I thank thee for thy lesson in the grammar of our ancestors so that those in the community of living history who wouldst provide the truest picture of their chosen time are able to so.

This lesson of thine doth also help ensure that the masterpieces of literature and drama of the past are more understandable and enjoyable for modern English speakers.

Know that thy words of wisdom are spreading across the globe even now!

*** If thou art a native speaker of English that has learned it by ear and are unused to formal instruction, the advice that I give unto thee is to read or listen to the (salacious) first few books of the King James Bible and any play of Shakespeare’s.

Thou sayest thou hast not the time? Do thou note that through the miracles of modern science thou canst listen whilst thou dost thy housework.

😉

Post scriptom:

Pointing to the dropping of thee/thou/thine is a good argument to use in the defense of the third person singular. Grammar is descriptive and not prescriptive!!!

NO ONE knows how to use thou/thee/thy/thine and i need to see that change if ur going to keep making “talking like a medieval peasant” jokes. /lh

They play the same roles as I/me/my/mine. In modern english, we use “you” for both the subject and the direct object/object of preposition/etc, so it’s difficult to compare “thou” to “you”.

So the trick is this: if you are trying to turn something Olde, first turn every “you” into first-person and then replace it like so:

“I” →  “thou”

“Me” →  “thee”

“My” →  “thy”

“Mine” →  “thine”

Let’s suppose we had the sentences “You have a cow. He gave it to you. It is your cow. The cow is yours”.

We could first imagine it in the first person-

“I have a cow. He gave it to me. It is my cow. The cow is mine”.

And then replace it-

“Thou hast a cow. He gave it to thee. It is thy cow. The cow is thine.”

[jeannepompadour]

Audrey Hepburn in "My fair lady" photographed by Cecil Beaton, 1964

[messed-up-polkadots]

I have this regency era dress I made last year for a regency ball that I want to revamp for this year! Trying to decide exactly what I want to do is so fun to think about theres so many options. I want to do shorter puffier sleeves for sure, and then maybe some kind of overcoat? I'd love to add some more lace and ruffles as well! I'd love to track the process on here as well.

[26labrd]

all of castafiore's outfits in the castafiore emerald

[maklodes]

That sounds fun.

It's a pity that @funereal-disease left tumblr just about as you were joining. I think you two would have gotten along well.

Recreation

Over the weekend I went to a historical-recreation-society camping event for the first time in... too long. A year? And it was joyful and comforting and restorative. Three months ago I was sorry to be alive; today, all day, was happy. And the greater part of that difference does lie in physical health, even though I have comparatively little to complain about - illness lifted blessedly off like a break in the clouds in time for this festival - but the festival made the rest of the difference. Stepping aside into a magic kingdom of high trust, good will, dense human connections on a scale that makes sense to our social intuitions, agency in shaping one's immediate environment, a living oral culture, pride of craftsmanship, visual beauty and lightheartedness. And singing and candlelight, which science is eventually going to find to be vital mental nutrients, I bet. I become deficient in all these things, and physical touch to boot, when I stay too long out of the kingdom.

And I can't very well put their pictures here, but I wish I could convey firmly enough how handsome all my friends were. You'll have to trust me. I have dashing friends with spiffy doublets. One gigantically-bearded jovial friend bore nine plumes in his yearly-expanding hat. The landsknechts slouched around like mock-pugnacious rainbow scarecrows in their slashy pants and their fantastically individual coats. One friend was given a major award, and she'd made a gown which I thought was black (the ceremony was at night, on the open green with a chilly wind blowing out the torches almost as fast as anyone could relight them and all the banners snapping) but which turned out in daylight to be deep green, stamped with gold fleurs-de-lys, and a tall hennin (the cone hat you see on medieval ladies in picture books); and instead of walking sedately to kneel before the king and queen, as you might reasonably expect of somebody in that dress, she danced a galliard over the green to them, in the near-dark, with her cone hat staying on and her veil floating and the fleurs-de-lys flashing, and finished up at the queen's feet on the last beat of the music which we had by no means all managed to rehearse, because she's that good. It's good to remember that "splendid" is a way human beings can look.

(The next day she was playing dance sets next to me in a cotton-drill kirtle and gumboots. There's a time to dance, and then next morning there's another time to dance in different weather conditions and contra the prophet none of it is vanity and all of it is great.)