Well, that explains it…

I think I know what is going on with those stupid pop up ads.  I don’t like it but I guess I’ll have to live with it.  Here is what I found on WordPress’ help section.

We sometimes display advertisements on your blog to help pay the bills. This keeps free features free! We only run them in limited places, and we do not show ads to logged-in readers, which means only a very small percentage of your page views will actually contain ads. To eliminate ads on your blog entirely, you can purchase the No-Ads Upgrade for a single blog (per year).

So apparently, I’m the only one on my blog site who will be tormented with this crap…but I’m to cheap to cough up the cash to make them stop.  It does feel a hair like extortion, though….makes me think of the guy with the heavy accent and the nostrils that point towards his left ear that vows the store owner wont be robbed if he pays the protection fee.  Ok, slight exaggeration there….  I don’t like it but I don’t have to play their game.  No cursor will drift over those dumb red lines…no sireee Bob!

Anyway, on with the show.  Last week I shared what I might have worn as a 16-year-old in 1880.  By 1884 I would have been 20 and, surely, married.  So lets look at a wedding dress.  In my dreams I am well off so a white dress would have been feasible.  Just look at that lace at the neck edge.

1884 wedding dress from the met

Love it!

Made of silk and cotton

And now the smashing, grand train for the walk down the aisle.

Isn’t that divine!

I’m just not sure about the poof on the side.  Is it supposed to be there…the whole asymmetry thing…or is it just laying funny after being in a box for decades?  If I made this dress I wouldn’t do that poof thing.  I also wouldn’t do it in ivory for three reasons 1) I look better in pure white than ivory, 2) for sure the meal at the costume event would be tomato based and I’d end up dumping it on my ivory/white dress and 3) it would look too much like a wedding dress and some how a 47-year-old Victorian bride in white seems…well…off.  I don’t think they would have considered it dignified-even if she was still virginal.

What the H-E-Double Tooth Picks!

Most evenings, I write my blog post and program it to be added to the blog at midnight the next day.  Then the next morning, I go to the blog and make sure it looks the way it is supposed to and I re-read what I wrote.  Sometimes, with a bit of sleep and a bit of perspective, I spot mistakes I missed the night before so I fix them.  I did that this morning.  And guess what I found.  One single word was underlined in red and when my cursor went over it an ad popped up.  Now I didn’t ask for that.  I didn’t authorize that.  I’m a bit pissed that someone is trying to make money off of my words.  And apparently, they aren’t going to cut me in on it either.  Humph.

Anyone out there know what this nonsense is and how I can make it stop?  In the mean time…if you see red lines on my blog, do not pass your cursor over it.  I want no one else profiting from my blog!  Especially since I’m not!


Lord help me…

I’m going to try to make this post make sense but my brain cells are being rattled and my ears are likely to start bleeding at any moment.  My oldest boy is in the basement with his friends, drums and an electric guitar.  It doesn’t sound bad…just dreadfully LOUD and my paper-thin door is doing nothing to muffle it.  Sigh.  When they were little, I used to say I liked their noisy toys because when I could hear them, I knew where they were and what they are doing.  I have to look at it that way…while I hold the gauze to my blood soaked ears.

I want to share a joyous score at the store.   A Canadian chain (that shall remain nameless) has been bought out by an American chain (that shall remain nameless but I’m sure you’d figure it out if I described the bullseye logo they have-so I wont describe it).  The store near to me had its last blow out “must clear everything” sale day and I scored 72 balls of that fuzzy eyelash wool for ONE SINGLE SOLITARY DOLLAR!  I’m on a strict “no buying wool until I’ve used what I got” policy but really! 72 balls for a dollar!  Who can blame me!

I put my foot on the pile to give an idea of amount.

I can use a bit of help from the Lord trying to figure out what I’m going to do with all of it….

Quote from Gunn’s Medical Book

I am a mad hatter indeed.  I intend to read this book from 1866-all 1183 pages.  I was never interested in reading a text-book that large when I was in school!  It is a bit mad to try to read it in the common room at work during my break….so many conversations going on around me and directed at me.  Sigh.

I’m on page 40 of this book…yeah, I know, I’m not making great progress.  What I expected was to be horrified at the barbaric practices or to laugh at the primitive theories.  Perhaps I will when I get to the parts about treatments for illnesses but so far, in these introductory pages, I’m finding beliefs that we still hold to be true.  And I find myself nodding my head and thinking “I needed to be reminded of that”.  At my current point in the book, Gunn is saying that our head and actions can get us into trouble physically.  Wanting something, even happiness, is not bad as long as we don’t let that desire get out of control.

The difference between one man and another is, that one governs his passions and another is governed by them.  a man who permits his passions to govern him, can never be happy; he will be discontented, irritable, and quarrelsome, and throw a tempestuous atmosphere around him, which makes him move in the regions of storms-he employs sure means to shorten and embitter life, whatever may be his external circumstances.  He becomes the architect of his temper, and misery must be the result of his labor.

Yeah, I’ve met people like that.  I was just thinking about someone like that today.  She had a driving desire to be seen as a wonderful person.  Not a bad desire but she wanted it so bad that she was unable to take in constructive comments from people who knew the subject matter better and she attempted to build herself up by destroying the reputation of others.  She created “storms” all around herself.

So on that happy note I bid you a good day and I wish for you to keep those self-created storms at bay!  And run from those storm makers you may have in your life!



Carte de visite with some lovely trim

So lets take a look at the lady with the lovely detail on her dress.

I’d like to copy this elaborate leaf pattern on the bodice! It is so pretty! The glare from the light obscured the tiny buttons up the center and the mirror image of the leaves on the other side.

I’m having a terrible time dating this card.  Her hair could be the style of the 1880s with the fringed bangs.  But the shoulder seam of her bodice is a bit low on her arm for the 80s.    The seam suits the style for the 70s.  The card itself has rounded corners and that came post 1870s…no help there.  The image fills the whole card which also came post 1870s.  Still no help.

On the flip side of the card we have the photographers stamp.

Morton Artistic Photographer Westminster St Providence RI

Googling that photographers stamp lead me here.  About half way down the page you see the name H Q Morton and a list of references to ads, censuses and other sources.  (The name fits.  If you look above the name “Morton” there is a stylized logo that does look like an H, Q and M.) The above web site lists this photographer at another address on Westminster in 1874 and then at 75 Westminster in 1883.  I also found an ad with the 75 Westminster location and it was dated 1881.  So the photograph was taken after 1874 and probably before 1890 (based on the clothes).

If you look at the above photo, you will notice that someone has written in the name Mary Ann Merlin.  (At least I think it says Merlin.  The “M” in “Mary” looks similar to the letter in the last name.)  It could also be Nerlin or Verlin but I doubt it.  Anyway, all three possible names yielded nothing concrete.

Sweet 16 in 1880

I’m continuing with my idea of what I would have worn if I was born 100 years earlier.  Granted, this would have been in my poverty-stricken dreams.  In 1880 I would have been 16.  In those years I would have been working the marriage circuit….going to balls and such.  Sure, I’d love to wear a Worth dress but I’ll try to be a bit more realistic and pick this dress.  Just the dress-maker to the Princess of Wales….

Isn’t this amazing!  Sigh!

Now there is a statement train!

I wonder if the “gold” and “silver” was more intense originally.  Has it faded some?

Pretty, but not as nice as the front or side.

I think it would have been grand to been young in the 1880s.

Finished my 1870s shawl

It is done!

I’m happy with how it came out.

I tried the smaller lace at the top edge, but of course the pattern didn’t come with the instructions for that so I had to make it up.  Here are my instructions:

I wanted a scalloped edge at the begining of the lace so that when I sewed it onto the flat edge of the wide lace, it would look like it belonged.  The top right corner of the first photo shows best what I mean.

Cast on 3 stitches

Row 1: Knit 3 (3)

Row 2: S1, knit 1 purl 1 in the next stitch, p1 (4)

Row 3: S1, YO, K3 (5)

Row 4: S1, knit 1 purl 1 in the next stitch, p3 (6)

Row 5: S1, YO, K5 (7)

Row 6: S1, knit 1 purl 1 in the next stitch, p5 (8)

Row 7: S1, YO, K7 (9)

Row 8: S1, knit 1 purl 1 in the next stitch, p7 (10)

Row 9: S1, YO, K9 (11)

Row 10: S1, knit 1 purl 1 in the next stitch, p9 (12)

Row 11: * S1, 2tog, (2tog, yo)x3, 2tog, K1 (10)

Row 12:S1, P3, knit 1 purl 1 in the next stitch, p5 (11)

Row 13: S1, YO, K2, (2tog, yo)x2, 2tog, K2 (11)

Row 14: S1, P2, knit 1 purl 1 in the next stitch, p7 (12)

Row 15: S1, YO, K4, 2tog, yo, 2tog, K3 (12)

Row 16: S1, P3, knit 1 purl 1 in the next stitch, p7 (13)

Row 17:S1, YO, K6, 2tog, K4 (13)

Row 18: P13 (13)

Row 19: S1, K5, 2tog, yo, 2tog, K3 (12)

Row 20: S1, P3, knit 1 purl 1 in the next stitch, p7 (13)

Row 21: S1, 2tog, K2 (2tog, yo)x2, 2tog, K2 (11)

Row 22: S1, P4, knit 1 purl 1 in the next stitch, p5 (12)*

Repeat from * to * until the lace is almost long enough and end after completing row 11.

Row 23: S1, 2tog, P9 (11)

Row 24: S1, K7, 2tog, K1 (10)

Row 25: S1, 2tog, P7 (9)

Row 26: S1, K5, 2tog, K1 (8)

Row 27: S1, 2tog, P5 (7)

Row 28: S1, K3, 2tog, K1 (6)

Row 29: S1, 2tog, P3 (5)

Row 30: S1, K1, 2tog, K1 (4)

Row 31: S1, 2tog, P1 (3)

Cast off and sew to top edge of shawl.

Now, I wanted to take time today to figure out how I did the angled turn on the bottom corner and write it out for you.  This would involve a close study of the stitches.  I’m afraid I can’t do a close study right now….

She is just to comfy for me to disturb!

The poor sweetie has a bad habit of chewing the fur off of her legs so the groomer had to shave her near naked to give her a balanced look.  Winter has set in and she is feeling the cold, poor dear!  On the up-side, this groomer is the first person to suggest a reason WHY she might be doing this…dry skin.  She is getting a teaspoon of salmon oil in her food everyday now.  Hopefully, by the time her fur grows back in, her skin will be normal and she wont be chewing any more.  If not, mommy may have to knit her a shawl of her own….

PJ day

I spent Saturday in my PJs which implies I didn’t go out.  This means I have no “thrilling” stories to share with you today.  I will just share some photos of past exploits….my trip last summer to the museum.

One of my favorite spots in the museum is the Urban Gallery depicting Winnipeg at the turn of the century.  One of the best things about it  is the details.

Mosaic tile in the bank display

Darling boots and spats in the store.

There is a faux hornet’s nest near the window of the fortune teller.

And there is a stuffed squirrel on the wires and a pigeon on the ledge.

Enjoy your Sunday, but make sure you take the time to remember those freedom fighters of the past and present.