Marigold is good for bites and stings. Way better than the various creams and lotions I was carrying, and much more authentically tudor to be stained green. Sod means mustard. You get sod eggs, amongst other things and they are fabulous. Girls did not start having babies young. You didn't get … [Read more...] about Ten things I've learnt at Kentwell hall, including tudor factoids.
Back at home from our Tudor sojourn at Kentwell Hall, and I'm picking through the costume bags, sighing at how badly the linen has frayed in the shifts I made, and looking at all the repairs I have to do. I think it might actually work better to take the shifts apart and re sew them with good seams, … [Read more...] about Those layers of clothing from 1556.
Mixed emotions. I'm ready to go home. I want my shower, my kettle and my bed, probably in that order. And yet, I will be a little sad to leave, and I'm already speaking hopefully of next year... … [Read more...] about Just one day left to go.
It's been a weekend for contemplating clothing. I tried on the kirtle from Kentwell last night, and think either I'd have to lose a bit more weight, or give up breathing for a week :( Tried it on Big today and it looks rather more manageable, so will have to discuss with Katy whether to adjust it … [Read more...] about Fashion through the ages from the 1550s to 1960s
Today I dragged the children out of bed just after 7, nearly three hours earlier than their preferred rising time in order to drag them 45 mins across country to an open day for potential re-enactors at Kentwell Hall. It was a cold start to a long day, as we drove the bright sun was scaring the … [Read more...] about Kentwell and 1553.