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[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Ooh, Civil War reenacting. Something I've wanted to do for a while, but never had the time. It's not as if I don't live in the right area for it....
Random thought (completely related to absolutely nothing being discussed): I forgot to ask for the Buffista six-pence for the wedding. Huh. I guess it works long-distance, too.
I forgot to ask for the Buffista six-pence for the wedding. Huh. I guess it works long-distance, too.
The Buffista sixpence is no more. But the love is still there!
If I do Civil War reenacting, I suspect I'll stick to a "girl who ran off to join the army disguised as a boy" persona, since I'm not that into hoopskirts. But for Revolutionary War and Peninsular/1812, I'll need a male identity to play with the guns and a girly one to play with the pretty clothes.
I'll say this as delicately and euphemistically as possible... if you want your husband to treat your fastball like Albert Pujols and not like Willie Bloomquist, you should probably look into period dresses. Because girls dressed as boys to join the army do not make the husband think of rye bread and mustard.
ETR hoop skirts, since JZ's spicy brains have come through yet again.
The Buffista sixpence is no more.
What happened?
But the love is still there!
Of course it is. The good thoughts attached to it are what gave it its power.
Hey, our anniversaries are 4 days apart. I knew we picked an excellent month in which to get married.
If I do Civil War reenacting, I suspect I'll stick to a "girl who ran off to join the army disguised as a boy" persona, since I'm not that into hoopskirts. But for Revolutionary War and Peninsular/1812, I'll need a male identity to play with the guns and a girly one to play with the pretty clothes.
Something else I like with this group is the freedom to be a fighter or a craftsperson, or both. And in our period, the men mostly wear "skirts" too (well, a laine - no idea how to spell - pronounced len-yuh), which I get a kick out of.
it mysteriously disappeared en route to me. I blame the postal service!
I knew we picked an excellent month in which to get married.
I know several people who got married in October I just went to a wedding last weekend, my sister's anniversary is the 10th, you, me... October rocks!!!
Thankfully no hoopskirts in 1582.
Oh, there were, but only for the middle class and nobles. They were called, IIRC, farthingales. They disappeared sometime after the Renaissance and didn't return until sometime in Victoria's reign, when a number of middle and upper class women were keeling over and fainting from the weight of all their petticoats, even in cold and drafty England and Scotland, and some brilliant fashionistas said "Dear me, there has simply got to be a better way," started ransacking previous giant-skirt eras, and appropriated/updated the farthingale.
t /costume geek
Can I just say how much I love JZ?
Cool, JZ.
t /history geek
P.S. Do you know how to spell "len-yuh"?