Brain Debris....

So, what's running through my head this morning (in between all the crazy people - oi!)

1. Possible new project (or rather, an adjunct to current costuming stuff and website) - Visual dictionary of Dutch costuming terms. As I finish things, take a picture and post it with the Dutch word for it.

2. I really need to get back to work on the bequests - now that I have a laptop and can sit and do them in comfort.

3. What does anybody know about the little bunch in the SCA who refers to themselves as "Group W Bench."? I have some opinions of my own, based on what I know about at least one of them. Curious to what else others are aware of.

4. Costuming podcast?

5. SCA truism #496 - The squeaky wheel gets the grease. There are umpteen "local" fighter practices organized based on the convenience of the whiniest members. "Issues" keep getting raised that are the grinding axe of a few vocal folks, in spite of repeated demonstration that the majority disagrees. One person can shout down a good idea just because they're so obnoxious, no one will stare them down. Tired of this. Expect battle armour to be donned, shortly.

The aesthetics of Domesticity.

Since ablackram asked what I would like as "dream chicken coop" I've been looking at them. I sent her a few silly pictures, and a few little pictures. Then, whilst shopping through Google Images (hate, abhor, despise the new layout for that, BTW), I found this:

Taj ma Cackleberry

I think I love this woman. I've meant to pick up a copy of Flea Market Style more than once. So, if you're also into that stuff, check out her blog.

Which got me thinking I'd share some of my other favorite eye candy.

Love Heather Bailey, too. And here's hoping she'll be launching a new fabric collection, soon.

And, Oh how I wish the local stores would carry Tula Pink. All of it. *lurves*

I own all of Susan Anderson's books. Like her blog, too. It often sends me off to other, equally fun places.

Like Petite Purls. Really like a kids' version of Knitty.

OK, I'm done sharing what I go look at when I need soothing. This works best with good background music. For whatever reason, I prefer music that predates me by 30-40 years to that which I grew up with, for the most part. I'm a child of the 80's. But I prefer the Rat Pack to the Brat Pack. These days, given the level of insanity in my life, paradise sounds like a cushy chaise, pile of hand-dyed knitting yarn, fabrics, the machine, open kitchen with copper preserving pot, endless supply of Frank and Dean, and time to meander from project to project. Oh, and a stack of vintage cookbooks. Not period. Just vintage. I had to make a birthday cake tonight. It's hot. So I went with the Chocolate/Cinnamon sheet cake from one of my 1972 Farm Journal cookbooks. Lurves them, too.