Imperfectly Period

  One of these days I'll remember to take photos in good light, but that is not this day.  I really like this one, due in no small part to the simplicity of the design.  I also love how annoyed Goliath looks as he's dying.  Unfortunately, I forgot the blood splatter that was supposed to come out of his neck!

Salon is basically like a school science fair: you get to display and infodump your particular interest(s). Mine was "Anyone Can Scribe, Including You, You Can't Change My Mind." I made a bunch of scribal trading cards of simple, funky, and/or geometric art from across the world before the 17th century.  There were tips for hesitant calligraphers: calligrams/micrography, speech bubbles, invented languages, less than perfect calligraphers, even transliteration. 99% (a few escaped without) had the source on the back, my name, this blog, and a Bob Ross quote and I gave them away at the end of the event. I should have included a caveat that the potential scribe had to be able to hold a pen and perceive 2 dimensional media because one friend challenged me with hand tremors.  I pointed out the  Tremulous Hand of Worcester  and even then WORDSMITHING IS STILL SCRIBAL! ...

These are calligraphy for principality charters, which is why there are bits of white-out here and there and some smudges since the digital scribe can easily clean those up.   This one is transliterated from English using phonetic alphabets from Rezansky . 

  This was when I was still forgetting to take photos of the finished product and I wasn't entirely happy with this one because you might not have noticed, but I'm a bit of a perfectionist.

I've knitted soooo many purses for largesse, I could probably knit at least a Gunnister (top one) with my eyes closed.  Seriously, I've probably made a couple dozen over the years.       This last one is from a pattern adapted by Dame Christian da Holcomb from extant knitted items.  I took a class from her at an An Tir West War once upon a time, on paternoster beads, of all things (beading and religious stuff are not my bag), but it was still highly enjoyable.   I still wore those beads - roughly carved wooden roses - up until last year when I lent them to a newcomer who fell in love with them as a textured fidget toy.  Since I'd only worn them as an accessory, they found a new home with her.  

  If you read Russian, please don't point out how I butchered this one.  I know that I lost track of which word or letter I was on more than once.  I cringe looking back since an acquaintance of my spouse who's a professional translator kindly did it for free. I think this one was a baronial Arts & Sciences award?  I don't even have a proper finished photo because of how embarrassed I was over the mistakes even though the recipient can't read it.