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She's like the girl in the movie when the Spitfire falls
Like the girl in the picture that he couldn't afford
She's like the girl with the smile in the hospital ward
Like the girl in the novel in the wind on the moors

~~Marillion
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Death by porter

This journal is turning into “things I forgot to mention”…

My friend Margaret called yesterday. It’s been ages since we’ve talked, and it was so good to hear from her. She’s teaching at the Known World Costume Symposium this weekend, so if you take the class on a Tudor blackwork chemise, tell her I said hi. The class will rock, because she got to see the chemise first-hand at a small museum in Cambridge.

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Today’s Forgotten English is “dog’s-nose: a cordial composed of warm porter, moist sugar, gin, and nutmeg.” Also, “on this date in 1814, two enormous vats of porter broke in Meux’s brewery, London. An estimated half-million gallons of the drink poured into the streets, destroying adjacent buildings and drowning several people.” What a way to go.

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Another cool thing about the DVR is that when we got it, we got a couple of free months of HBO and Showtime. And the cool thing about Showtime is something called Showtime on Demand—any movie on the channel, or any original programming, is available whenever you want to watch it. We’re currently copying all the eps of “Dead Like Me” onto video, and then we’ll go through the movie list and start on those. Not to “keep”, of course—to watch over the next, oh, year or so. :-)

Oh crap, I just remembered I need _prizes_ for the scavenger hunt tomorrow. (Which isn’t finished, either, BTW.) Bugger. Thank goodness for the dollar store nearby.

Oh _bugger_. I think I’m coming down with a cold. That’s the last thing I need. Of course, it’s probably because I’ve been busy and not taking good care of myself. But still. I take my daily Echinacea. I suppose it’s Muirenn’s fault. She came back from the War with a cold, and I’ve been sending positive healing thoughts her way. Obviously I made a connection and caught her germs on the way back.

I picked up gifties for the scavenger hunt, and then we went to Company of Clothiers. The topic was supposed to be period clothing fasteners, but nobody had prepped for it, so we all kind of hung out and chatted. Astra taught me how to spin. So far, unsurprisingly, I suck at it, but hey, it was only 10 minutes’ worth of effort. I shall take it with me to the event tomorrow and suck for a longer period of time. Eventually I may not suck so much. Really, my goal isn’t non-suckage, but a better understanding of the process so I better understand weaving and embroidery. We chatted about weaving and looms as well.

We had planned to go to Versailles for supper, but we left too late, so we grabbed food at CJ’s. Ah well.

The scavenger hunt stuff is now printed, despite me somehow losing the finalised file and having to reformat an earlier one, and the fact that the Behemoth doesn’t want to print from this computer. Thank goodness for the Contraption, even if it doesn’t do double-sided pages. I can adapt.

I should go see how my cotehardie is faring in the dryer, and then head to bed. I’m way tired, and if I am getting sick, I’m going to need all the sleep I can get.


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