#retrim

[uhhhhmanda]

Weather permitting, my husband will be gone all weekend at another music festival. This would create optimal writing conditions. (Less schedule than I even have now, which is minimal.)

But will I take advantage of them?

Your guess is as good as mine!

[grimalditeuthis]

the back of my head is NONE of my business

[chanrizard]

10,31 MB can i get a fuck offffffff please

[akallabeth-joie]

Les Mis 1.2.2

Following up from Pilf’s post, because clothing is the topic I have stuff to say about. [Also the rest of the action feels very natural follow ups from the previous 15 chapters: the people and house we met in 1.1.1-14 are about to encounter the guy having an awful day in 1.2.1, and this is Hugo’s set up for that.]

Caveat: my main research area is the mid-19th century (right around the time Hugo was finishing Les Mis, not the years it is set), and my working language is English. The US in 1860 is not France in 1815-1832, but I think some elements here do transfer over, or at least offer insight into how Hugo’s readers might have interpreted the text.

Main observations re: Baptistine Myriel’s clothing:

9 years is a very long time for a dress in active use. Washing and non-washing dresses will have different trajectories, but in contemporary non-fiction, making a silk dress last 7 years is a feat of clever planning and care. Five years is noteworthy. One to two years is more typical, and 3 months isn’t necessarily a frivolous waste (wearing a silk dress only once would be). Much like with the soup thing, the Myriel household is taking ‘practicing good economy’ to an extreme, almost absurd degree.

Also, the fact that Mlle Baptistine is still wearing her silk dress “in the style of 1806″ in 1815 is notably weird. Fiction and non-fiction sources of the 1850s/60s show economically-minded women remodeling their silks every season in order to keep up to date. Magazine articles give instructions for turning last year’s flounced skirts into gored ones, or adding puffed overskirts to update narrow gored skirts. Advice books recommend getting an extra yard or two of fabric so that you can update the sleeves of your dress when it’s taken apart for washing. Trousseaus should have some of the dresses left ���unmade” (as lengths of fabrics) in case fashions change over the year. A missionary woman writing from not-yet-Seattle in the mid-1850s opines that the dresses she made for her wedding less than a year earlier are too “rusty” to be worn at home (in New York) but are sufficient for living in the woods.

So my impression of Baptistine is that she’s meant to be The Superlatively Economical gentlewoman, and also Not At All Vain About Clothes. She’s not spending her time or money on fashion, but the fact that she is still bothering to wear a silk gown for dinner is signalling that she’s still performing (her class’s) respectability. From this, and her letter about re-doing her room, I expect that her whole wardrobe and all the house’s domestic interiors are scrupulously clean and mended, but also old and likely inharmonious. The two women will do the work to live respectably, but will not spend any unnecessary money on their own comfort or aesthetics.

Hugo taking the trouble to describe Baptistine’s dress (”short waist, a narrow, sheath-like skirt, puffed sleeves, with flaps and buttons”) just reminds me of how much crinoline-era Victorians do not like the Neoclassical look. All of these specific elements are basically the opposite of early 1860s fashion--waists are worn just at/above the natural waist, skirts are about as wide as they can get, more fitted coat sleeves are replacing the wide-open sleeves of the late 1850s. It’s a bit different from how most modern folks seem to view the 1810s style (Austen! Romance! Bridgerton?): I’ll need to dig through my notes, but there’s at least one 1850/60s cartoon and one article I recall which amount to ‘yikes, the fashions of 50 years ago were awful’, and another article from the late 1860s which holds that the crinoline is a great improvement on the raised-waistline silhouette. I think we all prefer to ignore the weirdness of the c.1865-9 Second Empire style, but there were absolutely pairing high waistlines with fitted sleeves and trained skirts over elliptical or half-hoops (transitioning from the rounder cages of the late 1850s and early 1860s into the bustles of the early 1870s).

[dedmau]

people think insect has a mane jokes on you its a mullet its an entire outgrown mullet

[too-many-paper-cranes]

best thing abt being a verifier is when runners blatantly do a major glitch on purpose and submit it as nmg. one person attempted to get bench storage in king’s station, missed it and dunked in spikes, and purposefully climbed back up to try it again. honestly i agree!!! major glitches are a lot of fun, but you aren’t allowed to do that for this category buddy. second best thing is deleting milliseconds on runs over 10 minutes

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Fiat Panda 4×4 Piccolo Lusso, 2023 (1983), by Niels van Roij Design. A one-off Panda to celebrate the 4x4’s 40th anniversary by the Dutch coachbuilder. The car is based on the Sisley special edition Panda (hence the canoe graphics) and has been finished in Azzurro Blu to pay homage to the Italian Mediterranean Sea. The interior has been retrimmed in leather and cloth to help justify the Piccolo Lusso (little luxury) name.

[gargoyleandgremlinpress]

Renegade 2023 Bound Exchange: Strike Anywhere by Mad Lori

My recipient for the annual @renegadepublishing bound exchange this year was @sits-bound, which gave me the chance to explore some new Schitt's Creek fic!

Strike Anywhere by @madlori is a Schitt's Creek AU, where Patrick is a firefighter in Toronto, and David is a municipal engineer called in to consult on structural issues at fire scenes. They HATE each other on first sight, fight constantly… and inevitable end up secretly hooking up… and then secretly dating… and then secretly married, too embarrassed to admit it to their coworkers.

I had fun with the theme for this one, and used a blueprint image for the endpapers, and so many flames. So many! I'm really happy with how it turned out in the end, but there was a moment where things VERY MUCH had not gone to plan.

I like how the case turned out in particular! Too bad that I then had to cut the entire text block out of it and add sixty missing pages the day I planned to put it in the mail.

So let me set the scene. It's Dec 28. Exchange books are due in the mail Jan 1. I have spent several hours the day before finishing off stenciling the cover and spine of both books I'm sending, and am taking pictures before I package everything up. I flip to the back of the second book, and… huh. I know I formatted the AO3 metadata at the back of the book. Did I miss a page somehow?

It is then that I realize that something has gone badly wrong. On checking the typeset… my printed book ends at page 216. The typeset ends on page 277.

I got the textblock out of the case, sacrificing the endpapers, but with everything else intact. Realized that my pre-cut textblock paper was still sitting on my desk at work. Decided fuck it, I need to reprint the endpapers anyhow, and skulked in to use the big colour copier, even though I was on vacation.

The signatures fit into the case! Some funky cutting and gluing was required to take out the few duplicate pages and the blank pages from the original, make some tabs out of the edges, and glue it all in.

The mull did not come off as well as the endpapers, but it DID come off.

I cut off the sewn endbands, and the bookmark, glue everything back together, and trek back into work the next day to use the big guillotine and retrim the textblock.

The edges are re-speckled! Sewn endbands would mean forcing the needle through multiple layers of glue, and time is tight, so I made endbands out of bookcloth to match the case.

And! It! Fits! Casing in actually went better the second time.

I DID get it into the mail by the deadline, and it safely arrived in @sits-bound's hands, so now I can share the saga. I still can't believe it fit back in the case.

[wheremermaidsdwell]

Official Cheer Outfit arrived. It needs complete retrimming but as you can see the BASICS are all correct. and it fits! i could fuck this up in the making hence buying the knockoff but if I do it right it should come out nice!!

[wheelsgoroundincircles]

This 1970 Pontiac GTO convertible was first delivered to the A.C. Morris Garage of Summersville, West Virginia, and during prior ownership it underwent a body-off rotisserie refurbishment that was completed in 2006. The car is claimed to be one of just 241 examples that were ordered with 455ci V8 and an optional automatic transmission for the model year, and it is finished in Burgundy over red vinyl upholstery. Other equipment includes a four-barrel carburetor, a Ram Air hood, a power-operated convertible top, power steering, front disc brakes, and a 12-bolt rear end housing a Safe-T-Track limited-slip differential. Acquired by the selling dealer in 2013 out of Arizona, this GTO convertible is offered in Missouri with refurbishment photos, manufacturer’s literature, build sheets, a reproduction window sticker, documentation from Pontiac Historical Services, correspondence with the GM Heritage center, and a clean Missouri title.

The car was finished from the factory in Burgundy, and the body was stripped, mounted to a rotisserie jig, and repainted during the refurbishment, at which time a replacement convertible top was installed. Features include a color-matched Endura front bumper, a chrome rear bumper, a Ram Air hood, and quad exhaust outlets with polished finishers.

Rally II 14″ wheels are mounted with 215/70 Firestone Wide-Oval tires. Braking is provided by power-assisted front discs and rear drums, and the car was optioned with power steering when new.

The cabin has been retrimmed with red vinyl upholstery (2254) as well as color-coordinated carpets and interior trim. Equipment includes front bucket seats and a rear bench, a woodgrain steering wheel, an AM/FM radio, and an 8-track player. A pre-delivery-style instruction tag is attached to the steering column, and Pontiac-branded rubber floor mats line the front and rear footwells.

The turned metal and woodtone trim-accented cluster houses Rally instrumentation consisting of a 140-mph speedometer, a tachometer, and a combination gauge. The five-digit odometer shows under 96k miles, approximately 50 of which have been driven by the seller. True mileage is unknown.

The optional 455ci V8 features a four-barrel carburetor and a Ram Air hood, and it produced a factory-rated 360 horsepower and 500 lb-ft of torque when new. The engine stamping shown within the gallery ends in 0P121234, which matches the final eight digits of the car’s serial number. Additional identification numbers are presented in the gallery.

Power is sent to the rear wheels through an optional Turbo Hydramatic 400 three-speed automatic transmission and a 12-bolt rear end housing a Safe-T-Track limited-slip differential. Additional photos are provided in the gallery to illustrate the underside, drivetrain, and suspension components.

Photos showing various stages of the refurbishment are depicted above.

Additional items accompanying the car include manufacturer’s literature, build sheets, a reproduction window sticker, documentation from Pontiac Historical Services, and 2012 correspondence with the GM Heritage center confirming the car’s specifications and equipment, photos of which are provided in the gallery.

[vixenzorra]

Diary Entry: Celeste: 1974

1874 

Dearest Diary 

I do not think that Lily is taking this seriously. Our family is in desperate  need of furthering in society and we have always known that it would be our duty to make advantageous marriages. I do not understand why she is taking it with such anger. But then, she always has refused to acknowledge what we must do. 

Our family is struggling. Father is trying his best to keep us afloat but it is not easy. The ball is approaching and yet we have no new dresses, only refitted and retrimmed ones from last year. I can only hope others will not notice. Marrying Lucien would change this. 

And it is hardly as though he is sore to look at… He is as handsome as the portrait of him that hangs in Panemeta. The chances of one of us being picked are slim. There are so many girls who we will be pitted against. 

[sammyloomis]

cut my hair the other day and kinda hated how it looked, so i tried to retrim the top today and fucked it up beyond belief so had to go buzzcut again hhhh

[automotiveamerican]

Survivor 1969 Mercury Montego Lovingly Maintained - Matt Litwin @Hemmings

Remember when Mercury tried to sell the Milan? You know, the division’s entry-level intermediate sedan named after the Italian city? Unveiled in 2005, it was available as an ’06 model later in the year. Unfortunately, the only memorable aspect was Jill Wagner leaning against what was basically a retrimmed Ford Fusion, fitted with plusher accoutrements, stating “You’ve gotta put Mercury on your…

[blodhundrr]

gogshgshghshdjfjhgggg i love bloodhound so much im going to combust

thinking thoughts about them generally shaving their head like that’s their Usual Haircut but they’re not very consistent with retrimming it so a lot of the time it starts getting shaggy. maybe even a short mullet at times. or they try to get the top bit out of the way and tie it into a little ponytail on the top of their head bc it’s too short for an actual half up ponytail. they occupy approximately 75% of my brain right now and i haven’t drawn in ages so im justimagining this in my head and rotating them around like they’re in the microwave

[techietheshit]

Funniest thing I ever did was tell my family I was jsut getting my bob retrimmed THE DAY before my graduation and instead came back with “a boy’s cut”

[petermorwood]

Illya Kuryakin was my favourite of the two Man From UNCLE heroes; for one thing I could imitate his accent far better than Napoleon Solo's - and did my best to imitate his dry snark, too, despite parental disapproval.

"Sarcasm," they used to say, "is the lowest form of wit."

That, BTW, is yet another quotation normally heard incomplete but which has an entirely different meaning when whole.

"Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit, but the highest form of intelligence.” (Oscar Wilde)

I gained no credit when I found this out courtesy of a library Book of Quotations. "Being smart" was not a compliment in 1960s Northern Ireland, and I suspect that may not have changed.

There was a period - I was about 11, maybe 12 years old - when if I wasn't at school, I wore black polo-neck (turtleneck) sweaters for preference, and that summer I even persuaded Mum and Dad to let me get The Haircut.

It was retrimmed to something a bit more ordinary before the start of new term, which is just as well. What was cool on an UNCLE agent wouldn't look half as cool on a First Former in school cap and shorts...

:-P

illya is so dramatic oh my god i love him