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Unto our noble servant, Baron Rowen Cloteworthy, Troubadour Herald, we greet you well.

Forasmuch as we have of late had many diverse and astonishing reports of your acts, and being that we have long known of your dutiful and diligent service to our persons and to the administration of Our Kingdom, both now and in the time of our predecessors of blessed memory departed, and forasmuch as it is the duty of the crown to recognize and provide due and just reward for those our subjects of especial fidelity, valor, virtue, and great ability, do we command unto you that it be our express pleasure and will that, upon the allegiance and duty you owe unto us, that you do forthwith and under penalty of banishment and our grave displeasure, upon the receipt of these letters duly signed, sealed, and read forth publically as all the people assembled duly saw, that upon the twenty second of March, being the feast of Saint Epaphroditus and Saint Lea, you do make your repair back again into our presence and present yourself humbly unto us, our court then being convened and arrayed in Majesty in the Barony of Settmour Swamp, along with those persons and witnesses that you are desirous to speak to us on your behalf, that we may further and with our most excellent Majesty, upon receipt of sufficient testimony of your good life and virtuous works, and upon further examination of your witnesses, being first sworn in due form and arrayed as aforesaid with such outward tokens and symbols of their station as they have right to bear, evaluate your fitness for induction into our most ancient and noble ORDER OF THE PELICAN, letting you further understand that if you shall refuse thus to appear in our court at the appointed time and in suitable estate that we will not fail to proceed against you, according to those laws of our Kingdom that we are bound to uphold. And further do we command that these our letters, or the duplicate of them, shall be to you for this passage, and shall comprise sufficient warrant and discharge of your duty in this behalf.

Signed by us, Kenric and Avelina, rightful King and Queen of the East Kingdom, on the eight day of March, as we sit in state upon the occasion of the tournament held to select our Bardic Champions, in our Barony of Bergental.
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Photo taken upon awakening

Every morning as we walk down the front steps E turns to me and says "Pilot, prepare for takeoff."

He's the Jedi. I call him "General". I'm the pilot of his transport. He calls me "Pilot". Every morning I pilot our spaceship to Coruscant so he can meet with the Jedi council. Any red cars we see along our path are enemy ships and must be blasted - I make the Pew Pew Pew sounds while he mans a larger weapon that makes a Ffffwwwwup-POW noise and blows them to smithereens. When he is the General, he speaks to me in his serious, grown-up voice that I think he copied from listening to Kenneth Branagh narrating the Walking with Dinosaurs programs.

When we arrive at school .. er, I mean, when we arrive on Coruscant, the general regards me sternly: Fly safely, keep a watchful eye. I tell the General that I'm very proud of him, and I hope he has a great day. As he steps out of the shuttle and pulls on his backpack, I always say "Good luck, General, and may the force be with you."

"Don't worry, Pilot," he tells me, "there's no such thing as luck."
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Dread Pirate

Tuesday is my favorite evening. Tuesday, Josh goes off to practice and leaves E and I to do whatever it is we're going to do. What it's evolved into (now that summer is over and practice is no longer outside, because when it was outside we - along with many other people - would go and lounge on the lawn and eat take-out pizza and the kids would all play together until sunset) is coming home, doing homework (because there is, indeed, homework in second grade), making and eating supper (almost always mac and cheese with peas, and hotdogs), then playing a game before we trundle off to bed.

Last night the game was Dread Pirate. A super fun game where you sail around the seas, collect treasure, say "Arrgh!" a lot, and attach your opponents ship. In order to play the game, you also need to read, and do math (which served as an object lesson to my son's "Why do I have to learn to do all this math" question earlier in the evening.) We also played a little X-Box together. Then, at bedtime, he decided he didn't want me to read him a bedtime story, but rather we laid in bed side by side, each reading our own book, until he turned to me and said "I think it's time I got to sleep."

E's transition to second grade has been a little bumpy, but overall fairly good. I love his teacher, who is determined to "do right by him" and who is as interested in and passionate about science as he is. She also gets that he's both way above grade level in terms of academics (his current math homework is work that he could have done two years ago; we're also doing some multiplication on the side while his class is working on the concept that 5 + 4 = 9, 4 + 5 = 9, 9 - 5 = 4, and 9 - 4 = 5 are all closely related equations) while is simultaneously somewhat below what is expected for his age in terms of social and emotional skills. He has friends in his class, and is overall adjusting better socially than last year, when, of course, we made the mistake of pulling him out of class for nearly two weeks for the fun-but-ultimately-disastrous Disney trip.

Otherwise, all is pretty quiet. We spent a lot of time in August rebuilding one wall of the kitchen (first we replaced the window, then, in that process, discovered other work that needed to be done) in hopes that it will decrease the heat loss in the kitchen, and make it warmer overall throughout the downstairs. Now all that is left to do is paint it. I'm having a small amount of SCA related angst, basically related to once again figuring out my place in the grand scheme of things, but nothing that is anything more than my personal introspection.

I'm glad it's fall. Fall is, by far, my favorite time of year.
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Thus, in the XLVIII year since the creation of the world, being that four score and seventeen days and nights have passed since our anointing, and being now arrayed with all our Majesty, and having met in this place, which is sometimes called Malagentia, with our council and government, as have our venerable and noble forebearers done annually before us, to all those persons, noble, gentle, and base, who shall see or hear these present letters, do we, Gregor, Knight, Count, Duke, Prince of Tir Mara and King of these Eastern Lands, together with Kiena, Baroness, Countess, Princess, and noble, fierce and altogether rightful Queen of the East, send greetings.

Know ye all that we have given and by this charter confirm unto our own right worshipful servant Baroness Mylisant Gray of Malagentia, who hath, with admirable diligence and in the most honorable ways and means possible, striven with benevolent intention as she applied herself effectually and with all possible diligence and tender zeal toward the maintenance and care of our subjects and the very governance of our realm,

such that we are thus compelled thereunto by very course of nature and by the humble commendations of noble and virtuous men and women to reward her service by allowing her to bear, without prejudice, the ancient token and mark of our Order of the Silver Crescent, namely a badge In pale a crescent inverted argent and an Eastern crown Or that may be worn and displayed by her and further that she is to be admitted, renowned, accounted, numbered, accepted and received into ye number and Company of those other Ancient Gentils, and noble men and women, perpetually from henceforth, who comprise the roll of companions of this order, together with all the rights, privileges, and remembrances and every one of them that have been devised, ordained and assigned to such companions.

And further know that if any person tries to diminish or take away our generosity, let him be with Dathan and Abirham, and with Judas, and with all those men whom the earth has swallowed up for bodily acting against against the decrees of our own. In witness of this our oath we have signed with our hands these present letters, made and given on the field of the festival called the Great North Eastern War on this 13th day of July, being the eve of the feasts of St Plechelm and St Edith.
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I suspect many of you have seen this already on Facebook, but here it is again.

At my son's school, there is a self-contained classroom for kids with special needs - primarily kids with autism. The children in this classroom may be nonverbal, may display repetitive behaviors (including some that can lead to self-injury), and may require dedicated 1 to 1 or 2 to 1 support.

For reasons too complex to get into here, this classroom is getting very little support from either the school administration or the PTO.

This week, the lead teacher has launched a Donor's Choose campaign to try and raise money to get some necessary materials for her classroom. She chose this week because there is a matching gift available. If you make a gift, and enter the code TREAT at checkout your gift will be matched 100%.

She's trying to raise about $1000. As of this moment, she's only raised about $140 toward that goal.

Please help by making a gift - even a small gift - today and using the matching code to have your gift doubled. Sandy is a fantastic teacher (I worked with her at Easter Seals as well) and she could use the support.

Donor's Choose Link for the BEACH program at OAES
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As the illumination from this scroll was taken from the Codex Manesse, a 14th century liederhandschrift (or medieval songbook) which features a great deal of German Minnesang poetry, I chose to write the scroll text in the form of a Minnesang poem. The scroll text is loosely based on the poem 'Tanzweise' by Walther von der Vogelweide, whose portrait appears on leaf 124r of the Codex. Although I cannot confirm that 'Tanzweise' is one of the poems preserved in the Codex, it is a work that would have been immediately familiar to the owners of this book.

Here's a link to the source (in English translation)

'Lady,' they said, 'this garland wear )

Pajas

Nov. 4th, 2012 11:10 am
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Pajas
Originally uploaded by anastasiav

Some day, having the ability to make Star Wars Pajama Pants for your kid is all it takes to make you the Hero Mom.

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To keep my house from being over-run with candles, I've opened an Etsy shop where you can purchase some of the decorated candles I've been making. I put some of the "general public" designs up first; more SCA-centric designs to come soon-ish.

Here's the link: Chandler & Kemp
(The name means absoloutely nothing, by the way. I just wanted something with the word "Chandler" in it, and the second part sort of fit well.)

Tell your friends, if you want.
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I found this candle craft on pinterest, and decided to give it a try.

Gather your tools: Any picture, printed on tissue paper. A pillar candle. A heat gun.

Gather your supplies

Heat Gun

Getting the image printed on the tissue is the hardest part. You tape the tissue to stiff paper (I had to iron it first to get it totally flat), and then print it. Plan on printing it a few times.

Then pin the image to the candle, and use the heat gun to gently melt the wax under the image. I found this was super easy - just hold the heat gun about six inches away and keep it moving. You know you're doing it right when the image looks a little damp, like dew has settled on it.

Finshed Candle

The finished candle has the tissue paper image imbedded right into the wax. I have a plan to transfer some of my own photos to candles for holiday gifts (I think my mom might like this photo on a white candle), but I'm digging this Halloween candle as well.

I'll be interested to see how they burn. I hope the tissue doesn't catch fire as the pillar burns down.
Finished Candle
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So, I made this:

InBox

About a week ago, a parent brought in a handmade paper box with four stamped tealights in it, which sort of made me say "Huh. I can do that."

Shortly thereafter, I ran across this blog post which described how to make wax "tarts" (basically scented candles without wicks) using silicone baking molds. "Huh," I thought again, "what good are candles with no wicks."

So I read a bunch, bought some cheap molds, and got to work.

candle

Because this was a test, I didn't worry much about the wax temp, which is why the candles are sort of mottled. But the basic idea was that I melted some wax, poured it into the six-chamber silicone mold, and used some makeshift wick pins (actually wooden dowels) to set the wick holes. We fiddled a lot with making a jig to get the wick pins to stay in directly after the wax was poured, only to discover that doesn't work. What does work is to wait until the candles have cooled for about 30 - 45 minuets (so the wax is about the texture of slightly melted ice cream) and then insert the pins. Then you let them cool overnight, remove the pins, and stick in the wicks. (I used pre-primed and tabbed wicks, but going forward I will prime and tab my own wicks - much cheaper!)

Box

The box is just your standard origami paper box, stiffened with some hidden 120 lb cardstock and otherwise made from standard scrap-booking paper. I added some scrap-booking stickers to the top, but I'm not very impressed with them.

So, anyway, this technique works, and I have a feeling I'll be doing some candles for holiday gifts. Hope people like candles!
anastasiav: (Byz Lady)
Two notes:

Justin did an amazing job reading this, really hitting the meaning of
the text exactly.

Marcus was Ivan's squire. Of Ivan's five squires, he now has one
Pelican, one Laurel, and one Knight. Through the generous flexibility
of the Crown, we were allowed to send Marcus to vigil from Saturday
court, and then hold his vigil and ceremony by candle-light on the
battlefield. This is a reproduction of what we did when Ivan was
knighted, and it really did go just exactly as we imagined it.

I still have not seen the scroll; it was done by the entire
Malagentian scribal community, including a portrait of Marcus by
Mistress Carolyne.

Here's the text:

Unto all who view the present letters, I, Kenric of Warwick, King,
Prince, and Knight, together with my faithful and well-beloved wife
Avelina, Queen and Baroness, for ourselves and in the name of our
heirs, Edward, Earl, Knight, Prince, and defender of Tir Mara, who
stands together with Thyra, Princess of Tir Mara, in perpetuity,
greetings.

read more inside )
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Jedi at Breakfast
Originally uploaded by anastasiav

Sometime in the past few weeks E has rediscovered the Jedi robe I made him for Halloween, and now wears it around the house at all sorts of odd moments. It's 100% wool, so I have to think he's melting in it, but he doesn't seem to mind.

In other news, the Mad Science Space Camp we signed him up for months ago called us yesterday to say that he's the only kid who signed up for the camp after-care, so they're not going to offer after-care..... which means we'll need to pull him out of camp, since it's impossible for either of us to pick him up when camp gets done at 3 pm. He's very, very disappointed, as am I. It seems crazy to me that he's the only kid who needs after care, but on the other hand perhaps all the kids who need after care are going to different camps (he's at camp at the Y most of the rest of the summer for this very reason).

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Yesterday, I impulsively took the day off work (I actually warned them the day before) and decided that we would celebrate the first day of summer vacation for E by going to the beach.

Splashing

It was a perfect day. I mean perfect. Perfect sky, perfect water temp, perfect air temp.

Beach Construction

One of the best things about this particular beach is that there is a freshwater steam that runs down onto the sand and into the ocean. Every time we're there, all the kids are trying to use rocks and driftwood and whatnot to try and build a dam to stop up the stream.

Beach Building Crew

They rarely succeed, of course, but they make new friends and work and play together. It is fascinating to watch the kids drift away from the project and then new kids drift in to pick things up where the prior kids left off.

Yes, a perfect day. Tonight we go to the Drive-in to see Brave and The Avengers. Summer has officially begun.
anastasiav: (Byz Lady)
To all and singular to whom these presents come from His Excellency Rowen Cloteworthy, Brigantia Principal Herald, greetings. Whereas their majesties Kenric and Avelina do firmly order that this memorial shall be issued under their hand and seal, in order that we should duly establish and record under lawful authority that one Zelda of Hadchester, gentlewoman, in recognition of her good service to Their shire of Hadchester and her care in the keeping of Their accounts, hath been awarded the right to bear Arms, namely: (space for ams) as are deemed suitable to be borne and used by her with their due and proper difference and accord to the laws of arms. Issued this 16th day of June upon the occasion of the Palio and the choosing of the Equestrian Champions in our Barony of Stonemarche.

Bradbury

Jun. 6th, 2012 07:17 pm
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"And when he died, I suddenly realized I wasn’t crying for him at all, but for the things he did. I cried because he would never do them again, he would never carve another piece of wood or help us raise doves and pigeons in the backyard or play the violin the way he did, or tell us jokes the way he did. He was part of us and when he died, all the actions stopped dead and there was no one to do them the way he did. He was individual. He was an important man. I’ve never gotten over his death. Often I think what wonderful carvings never came to birth because he died. How many jokes are missing from the world, and how many homing pigeons untouched by his hands? He shaped the world. He did things to the world. The world was bankrupted of ten million fine actions the night he passed on."

-- Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
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Off to School
Originally uploaded by anastasiav

Just wanted to let you know that we're all ok here. Nothing much to report. I'm still reading, and I'll write something when I have something to write.

The child, he continues to grow.

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Work just went through a big purge of books (we get many donated books) and I snagged a couple that looked particularly terrific. I was very excited about this one, published in 1966:

The Troll Music (cover)

It's a story about a band of musicians who refuse to play for a Troll in the middle of the night, so he enchants their instruments, making them play only animal sounds. Terrific illustrations, and an engaging story all about working together and not judging people by their appearance, until I got to this page:

The Troll Music (Illustrations)

See, isn't it beautiful? Too bad the problem of the Troll is solved through the judicious application of a little casual domestic violence:

The Troll Music (inside text)

I'm sure we'll still read it (and talk about it), but there was definitely the sound of a needle scratching across the record when I got to that page.
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E has lost his first tooth!

Unfortunately, it came out while he was asleep and we're pretty sure he swallowed it (in any case, we can't find it). He's mildly disappointed that the tooth fairy did not come last night, but we've assured him that she'll come tonight.

I think it's interesting that the tooth he lost first was the tooth he got first. And it makes me remember this tiny boy with his two tiny adorable bottom teeth. How fast the time goes....
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Text by me, then fixed by Mistress Alys:

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Gregor and Kiena, by divine providence king and queen of these Eastern lands, and of Tir Mara Crowned Sovereigns, to all people base or noble to whom these presents shall come, send greeting.

These letters are to let you understand that, upon receipt of sufficient testimony of the good life and gentle bearing of Eva Woderose, artisan, and upon our further examination of her and her good works and sterling reputation, it is ordered and decreed that for the better increase of learning and knowledge in our Kingdom and not only for this but as it is and always has been our noble and sworn duty to strive to kindle in the hearts of our subjects the imitation of virtue and nobleness, even so that the same has been, and yet is continually observed, to the end that such as have done commendable service to their Crown and country, not only in time of war but at other times and other places, may both receive due honor in their lives and also in the rolls of history such as are maintained by our Kingdom and by all our brother sovereigns throughout creation, thus do we by these presents ordain, create, erect, make and appoint the foresaid Eva as a companion of our Order of the Laurel to the intent that she thereby may be more able to serve well in her vocation at all times and in diverse places and particularly charging that she may instruct those who will be taught the principals of her art reverently and with great care, at whatever times and places she may find most mete and convenient, not only binding her to observe her duties to her Crown and Country according to those ancient oaths and traditions of our lands, but to also further enjoin her to ensure that all those duties, and every one of them, shall be observed and kept according to her ennobled station as hath been customary since most ancient times.

In sign and token of this our will we do ratify, confirm and bestow upon her the right to display arms by letters Patent in the manner and form following, Gules, on a bend sinister between two wolves couchant argent, three roses proper, at such times and in such places at her liberty and pleasure according to the law of arms to use and enjoy forever. It is further ordered and decree that for a more certain and true keeping of the records of this our most just and ardent desire and command that a memorial of this act be made or set forth on paper in order that a record of our decree may be prudently kept. Thus do we set our hand and sign manual to these letters on the 4th day of February in the forty-sixth year of the Society.

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Text based on about a half-dozen period sources; cites available on request.
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Josh is home sick today.

Peas on the Vine!
This is a photo of some peas I'm growing inside our house.

2012 Christmas Tree Burn
This is a photo of my Christmas tree on fire at Jenn's annual tree burn. It was, by far, the most spectacular tree of the night (partly because it was the largest).

Inchmark: a craft blog

America's Test Kitchen now has a Tumblr blog and it's quite good.

I really love these home made treats in a 'sealed' tin can and am considering doing them as E's Valentine's Day thing-to-take-to-school.

Handmade by Mother is a blog that showcases (and mocks) some very ... er ... interesting vintage knitting and crochet patterns.

The Fine Rolls of Henry III
"A fine in the reign of King Henry III (1216–1272) was an agreement to pay the king a sum of money for a specified concession. The rolls on which the fines were recorded provide the earliest systematic evidence of what people and institutions across society wanted from the king and he was prepared to give. They open a large window onto the politics, government, economy and society of England in the hinge period between the establishment of Magna Carta at the start of Henry’s reign and the parliamentary state which was emerging at its end. This Project, funded by the Arts and Humanities Research Council, makes the rolls freely available to a wide audience while at the same time, in the Fine of the Month feature, providing regular comment on their historical interest."
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