Porpentine's Period Productions

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Sunday, July 31, 2005

The Queen of Air and Darkness

Me. And what the heck can a girl wear if her nearest and dearest is bedecked in Chinoiserie, without clashing horridly....
Whilst making a horlicks of ordering suitable fabric samples (note to self: they haven't arrived yet, perhaps they're too embarrassed to be seen in company?) my eye lit upon a rather splendid black and red shot taffeta. Having a care for the size of my behind, and not wishing to be mistaken for part of the upholstery at this ball, I think a dress with panniers in shiny taffeta may be a small fashion faux pas. However, it would make a divine petticote.... and so the Queen of Air and Darkness is invented.
Being a shy and retiring sort I would find it near impossible to go to this ball and be "myself" in a big dress. On the other hand, I can put a persona on to suit the costume. 'Twould be terribly dull if the lady in the panniers turned out to really be a civil servant.... one has to enter into the spirit of these things!
So - black brocade for the polonaise, huge hip pads and a pillow under the bum, and the beauteous taffeta for the underskirt.

Friday, July 29, 2005

Regency Foolishness the Second

Funnily enough, the first thing we decide on is the flashy brocade. Which is shiny and green and has excitable-looking dragons scrambling all over it. I can't get it into my head that it's green and not blue, and so order assorted blue fabric samples for the coat lining. It isn't what you might call subdued by any stretch of the imagination. Is it authentic? Is it hell. It's definitely more "Plunkett and Maclean" than Jane Austen. Which is probably just as well. We don't do tasteful....
Anyway, this astonishing fabric arrives from eBay with alacrity, and our postman goes blind.
Moral dilemma - is it quite fair to expose any area of this stuff to an unsuspecting public without providing protective eyewear?
However, its...ah.... greenness solves another problem, which is that as of now I'm dmnd if I'm going to make him a suit in anything other than the darkest shade of forest velvet I can find. Gold sequins, check. Embroidery, check. Big frilly cuffs and buckled shoes - um, maybe. But no more patterns. We are not going for the New Orleans pimp look here. I put my foot down. So.
Some research dredges up a rather fetching pattern for a 1770s coat and vest which strangely enough we had been considering from a photo in the book "Historical Costume in Detail." So there we are. He's sorted. Admittedly, we still have to find a wig and other suitable accessories - including poking stick - but we've got the basic dilemma sorted. Which brings us to....

Thursday, July 28, 2005

Regency foolishness

We decided that we wanted to go to an 18th century ball in Bath next April. And we've been put on the mailing list and we should get details at the turn of the year - huzzah! No particular reason, and no great desire to take up proper authentic 18th century re-enactment, but in my case the inclination to wear even bigger skirts, and in my consort's case, an excuse to wear flashy brocade and powder. (Not, for once, black powder!)
That, and the prospect of cleavage you can drown a mouse in....

Wednesday, July 27, 2005

Ecce Porpentine!

We have a rather classical theme to our Porpentine tags.... what with "Carpe Porpentine" being the motto under our, ahem, guidon. (Pretentious? Nah, we just struggle to find our tent on a crowded camp site...)

So - behold the Porpentine.

Brief introductions. Kitty, which is me, and the Wascally Woyalist, which is my fiance. Both in the Sealed Knot- English Civil War re-enactment society - me Parliamentarian, him Royalist. Doesn't cause many arguments. Honestly. I've been sewing for years, having always been somewhat inclined towards the gothic end of the fashion spectrum. I love velvets and satins and lace, I love big skirts and merciless corseting.... I mean, really, 17th century re-enactment was just made for me, really, wasn't it?

Anyway, we're getting married in late 2007, in 17th century kit, at Trerice near Newquay in Cornwall, UK. (Which is about 10 miles from where we live - most convenient, though I wouldn't want to walk there...) So the ongoing saga of the wedding dress will doubtless be a constant theme from now until then....

We've also got a couple of other projects in the pipeline, which will be revealed in good time....

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