Mmmm, faaaaaaabric
Jul. 11th, 2009 11:55 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gurdymonkeyWoke up a bit later than expected. Have pulled linen and that green Thai silk I got for Christmas out of the dryer and am waiting for the iron to heat up before giving everything a once over. The linen is earmarked for another under-kosode. The silk is also for a kosode. It cries out for gold embellishment, but not as bold as the "Shoot Me" or as busy as the Tosenin. I'm very much enamored of the tattered fan motif from that tsuba in the Hosokawa collection currently on display at the Asian. As mentioned in a previoius post, I can't document this particular motif on a pre 1600 textile, but I do think I've absorbed enough study of extant textiles and garments I could make it work. On the other hand, this 16th c. kosode with hollyhocks and Tokugawa hollyhock leaf mon is very lovely. Decisions, decisions!
And remember, kiddies, that C stands for:
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Several weeks ago, I successfully transplanted some cuttings from a plant at work into a pot, brought it home and haven't killed it. In fact, it is thriving on the indirect sunlight of the garret. Traditionally I have not been good with plants so this is kind of a big deal. If I had to guess, it's some sort of philodendron: heart shaped leaves, some variegated, long viny branches.
So I picked up one of those "lucky bamboo" (which isn't actually bamboo at all) plants the other day. The last lucky bamboo died from the hydroponic arrangement, which was recommended by the place I got it (fill a pot with stones, keep about an inch of water in the bottom). The new one (BTW, mercifully NOT braided into
tortuous decorative knots) was removed from its dinky pot this morning and put into a bigger one with some potting soil. We'll see how it does.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
"I, Claudius" continues to delight and appall. Sian Phillips as the dying Livia was just stunning. She's terrified of consignment to hell for eternity, which is why she begs Claudius to make sure Caligula makes her a goddess. To her mind, every single misdeed was in the service of Rome, though we see a glimmer of regret as she describes spending an entire night dabbing poison onto figs on the tree in the garden. "That was hard," she says. "That was the hardest thing I've ever done." Even as you wonder whether she means killing her husband of more than fifty years or spending the night climbing stools and tainting figs to do it. John Hurt's Caligula is even creepier than I remember him. And Margaret Tyzack's Antonia, so old-guard Roman that she has managed somehow to ignore her daughter Livilla's misdeeds for far too long, sits stonily before the door of the room where she has locked her:
And remember, kiddies, that C stands for:
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Several weeks ago, I successfully transplanted some cuttings from a plant at work into a pot, brought it home and haven't killed it. In fact, it is thriving on the indirect sunlight of the garret. Traditionally I have not been good with plants so this is kind of a big deal. If I had to guess, it's some sort of philodendron: heart shaped leaves, some variegated, long viny branches.
So I picked up one of those "lucky bamboo" (which isn't actually bamboo at all) plants the other day. The last lucky bamboo died from the hydroponic arrangement, which was recommended by the place I got it (fill a pot with stones, keep about an inch of water in the bottom). The new one (BTW, mercifully NOT braided into
tortuous decorative knots) was removed from its dinky pot this morning and put into a bigger one with some potting soil. We'll see how it does.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
"I, Claudius" continues to delight and appall. Sian Phillips as the dying Livia was just stunning. She's terrified of consignment to hell for eternity, which is why she begs Claudius to make sure Caligula makes her a goddess. To her mind, every single misdeed was in the service of Rome, though we see a glimmer of regret as she describes spending an entire night dabbing poison onto figs on the tree in the garden. "That was hard," she says. "That was the hardest thing I've ever done." Even as you wonder whether she means killing her husband of more than fifty years or spending the night climbing stools and tainting figs to do it. John Hurt's Caligula is even creepier than I remember him. And Margaret Tyzack's Antonia, so old-guard Roman that she has managed somehow to ignore her daughter Livilla's misdeeds for far too long, sits stonily before the door of the room where she has locked her:
Claudius: How long are you going to sit here?
Antonia: Until she dies.
C: Dies? Dies? Have you gone mad? She is your daughter. How can you leave her to die?
A That's her punishment.
C: How can you sit out here and listen to her?
A: And that's mine.
Just wow. (Snippet of dialogue above taken from http://www.dvdverdict.com/reviews/iclaudius.php which includes a nice review of the DVD boxed set.)
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2009-07-11 07:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-12 01:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-12 01:53 am (UTC)