If I Had My Own Blue Box:

This week was Inventions & Inventors week at GCVM. Today, I demonstrated the pinking machines. This post is going to be more of a reflection on how it went.

To be completely honest, I find demonstrating the pinking machines to be difficult. The come in late in my interest timeline and hit their heyday later. This means I don’t have clothes that match the dating of my easiest to demonstrate machines.

So, I already feel disconnected when I try to search for ways to connect guests with the machines. So far, I am working with three concepts:

• What is it?
• What does it do?
• How does it work?

For “What is it?” the hopeful connection is a memory of or usebof pinking scissors/shears. I find only a portion of people have a visual memory of pinking scissors/shears, while fewer have a strong enough memory to feel a connection. Those that do immediately connect the concept with stopping fraying.

Next is “What does it do?” While “make trim” was the initial goal, “cuts” was about as far as most guests you and old got. This was totally my fault. I assumed a based of knowledge/experience. With modern everyday fashion, people don’t have much experience with trims. Formal attire doesn’t even use trim much. Without a personal reference, the connection isn’t going to happen. While I did have samples of pinked silk gathered and pleated in different ways, I should have had a couple finished examples. At the very least, I should have had additional dolls showing more examples in miniature.

I found I had more constructive conversations about “How does it work” compared to the others. Discussing the die and anvil pressure verses sharpness prompted more of a physical response, spontaneous nodding, then other conversations.

Beyond these components that I am reflecting on, there were a few other things from the day that stand out:

• It turns out the Gem and Clean Cut machines do not fit on the table. I had to use the bench, which is too light to turn the handle on.
• Early in the day, one of the kids in a camp group asked if he could call me auntie. I said that would be okay with me. He and his group continued to call me Auntie. This was a first.
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• I had another camper kid who was very freaked out my the doll I brought. It turns out he had watched that newer horror movie with a doll in it. He was 10 or 11.
• Later midday, the doll focus changed. I had three different groups of kids I insist I look like the doll. This was sweet.

Now photos, I know you like photos. I kinda got carried away with photos of me…

You know when you get an idea stuck in your head and you just can’t shake it? Or, when you have an idea of exactly what you want for something, yet can not tangibly illustrate it for others?

Well, circling between those two mental states is where I’ve been for the last week and a half.

I hadn’t had time or energy to think through what I wanted to do new with the millinery display this year beyond shifting the main table to the right. Then, the morning after school was out, I woke with the idea:

I need a ribbon shelf.

Not just any shelf would do. It had to be the shelf. And….. it had to fit the era… it had to fit the space…. it had to be easy to transport safely…. it had to be in a tiny budget. Oh, and it had to be found within a week of the coming event because I hate changes last minute.

I spent the first week of my summer recess telling myself “today I am going to stay home working,” yet, I would find myself heading to just one more antique shop. I tried each of the ones in town. I tried 7 in Mt Morris. I nearly passed out in one too hot. I almost got hit by a truck crossing the road. I gave the search one last shot at the flea market.

No luck.

Every shelf I saw was too big, too small, too heavy, too painted, too oily, too late, too pricy….. too this, too that.

After Sunday’s walk about the flea market, I resigned myself to not getting a shelf. I would make a tower of hat boxes in the corner instead. I started thinking through my band boxes, which to bring, which were not the right paper, it’s too late to buy paper, it is too expensive to buy good paper, should I paint some…

Hey, have I mentioned I am an obsessive planner and run through every detail over and over?

Yup. I am.

Then, today was my much needed massage appointment. After a quick run to the cemetery and museum, I was 20 minutes early to my appointment. Right next door is a lovely antique shop.

This happens to be the location of one of my favorite antique shops where the own used to allow me to spend time looking at the original pieces she got in. She has since retired. When the shop was gone, the building seemed so lonely. Now that it is an antique shop again, it is much happier.

I decided to pop inside just for a quick look just in case but highly doubtful since they sell really nice things.

I told the owner what I had been looking for. She said they had just sold the perfect thing, but they might have something else. As I browsed, she told her husband what I was looking for. He disappeared into the back room. He was gone for a bit, so I figured it was another no.

He came back out with a corner shelf.

My first thought was “Grandma would have liked that.”

With that thought, I was done.

It was tall, yet not too tall. It was light weight. It was a Victorian style, yet not too late. It had shelves that would hold lots of ribbon and show them off…

I was happy and sad at the same time. It was pretty with its turned spindles, finials, hand done bits, and wanting to glow wood. Yet, I was sure it would be too much.

I took a breath and asked how much.

It was in budget!!!!

I pulled out my summer allowance and bought the shelf.

While I had my massage the owners cleaned up my shelf. She was set on getting off a spot of paint and a mark of paper. He was set on dusting it well. Above and beyond.

They asked me to take a photo when it has all the ribbons on it. Of course, I will be happy to.

Works in Progress (WiP)

• Bonnie’s clothes
• Pink silk pinking project (silk enroute, needing to be washed before which form the project will take is decided.)
• Hemming runners and table cloths

Projects in Waiting (PiW)

• Pink silk plaid dress
• Recover a parasol (need a different frame)
• Hood book
• Doll book
• Directions for awesome blue sewing case

Projects in My Head

• Pin cushions
• Ribbon display
• Silk bag or crazy quilt bag
• Gift bags

Things I Haven’t Seen Since Moving

• Brown light cotton sacque
• New petticoats
• Period spoons ordered just before packing
• The tiny doll size pitcher we found in the garden

I stopped at the Post Office to mail some packages today. I almost didn’t check my box because I wasn’t expecting anything. I am so glad I did. This is what was inside….

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Today was the last day of school. Time to write a to-do list!

• Make a minimum a of 15 bonnets and hats
• Make all of Bonnie’s clothes – chemise, petticoat, dress (needed for the second weekend of the month)
• Find which fabric to cut for a pinking demo (for next week)
• Make my brown wool skirt (for next week)
• Get my collar on my dress (for this coming week)

• Draft a new bodice pattern for my pink silk dress
• Make my pink silk dress (needed for the third weekend of the month)
• Find the China a home

• Prep for the display shop
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  • Pull out all the ribbons, and boxes and such….
  • Fix my fashion plate pictures. Find them.
  • Wire and decorate the woven bonnet for display. (fingers crossed)
  • Find a frame for my door sign.
  • Get to G’s to pick up my big sign if it is ready.

• Write the things

Additions:

• Fan box
• Ribbon display box

When I woke up Saturday morning, I thought I was crazy for time traveling in the midst of Regents exams. Now, I am very glad I did.

Here is a little video from before I was fully awake and not quite functional…

This was the first weekend for me to use my new frail. It nicely fits a millinery block, dampened straw, a display hank, and four bonnets. The frail made it very easy to carry everything into the village.

This unpacks and sets up like this:

This has become my standard straw sewing clothes for this era. I am working on a set of straw sewing, labor-doing clothes for the 30s and 50s.

We had a few non-human guests. The turkeys came to visit Saturday. The kitty cam to visit Sunday morning. He was quite determined to do his job of inspection rounds and had little ti e for me.

I nearly completed the bonnet for the weekend. I was about 3 yards short of prepared straw. I had planned to make the same style as my 2 display pieces to emphasize the cottage industry aspect. But as I got going, I discovered the straw wanted to make a higher, shaped crown. Here is the progress.

Random me… Proof of my giddy tired state Saturday morning…

This is a brief post because I am incredibly tired. I don’t want to wait until tomorrow tomorrow post because I suspect I will be just as tired after 4 exams.

Did you know… Several buildings offer the work of the artisans and crafters from around the village?

This is a new kind of post for me. I am quite literally going to be rambling. I’m using the speech to text feature in my phone so I can post while sewing. We will see how this goes, because as most of us know, text to speech doesn’t always hear us correctly. This means this could get very interesting or at least a bit funny.

So… color…

As most of you know I am working on straw plait of a variety of colors this season. I currently have the green straw in my hands. This is actually a color that was available last year but it is a favorite.

Of course, working with straw of different colors brings about the question: “What colors did they have?”

Reading the different history books on the straw industry it appears up through the 1840s colors primarily stuck to natural straw, white, black, Gray, and the dark blue. It was 1850s and the coming of aneline dyes then brought about additional colors for straw. Now of course none of the industrial history writers seem to find important enough to tell us which colors. Here is Straw Hats, and the History of Their Manufacture, an 1922 publication focused on the Luten, England production, to give you an idea of how that looks.

The Useful Arts Employed in the Production of Clothing, an 185q publication looking at the clothing industry, gives more clarity on colors with these notes on blue, yellow, and red.

Turning to advertisements, we have a little more help and a lot more vagueness.

Nashville Union and American, July 31, 1857

Holmes County Republican, May 31, 1860

Thanks to Vicki Betts’ research.

Thanks to Vicki Betts’ research.

Advertisements such as these tell us that straw hats and bonnets were available in different colors, and dining services are available. Specific colors mentioned seem to be limited to Browns, greys, black, and white, lots of whites. We also we also see they at stripes and polka dots we’re available as well.

Fashion descriptions are a bit more helpful. Godey’s lady’s book and the English women’s domestic magazine and I’m drawing a complete blank on this other publication I want to talk about oh yeah Madame Demarest, give us a little more insight.

Fig. 1. – A Neapolitan braid, gray and white….. (Godey’s —–)

Then there’s this one …. dear editor “um, what? Could you possibly be less clear?”

Some times we forget books we’ve read. And, sometimes, we are reminded in the oddest ways. While looking at fashion descriptions in 1861 Godey’s I found a little passage on the sulfer bleaching process in the “Chemistry for Young” section….

This little clip reminded me of my old friend Scientific American. The September 1st, 1855 edition offers us this rather lovely column describing the processes for dyeing straw in many colors, including shades of purple, green, yellows, reds, pinks….

One thing I should be talking about is: Where are all the extant original straw bonnets in different colours?

The absolute vast majority of remainingmid-19th century bonnets and hats are natural straw. There are a few black a few white. I can specifically recall only one green, and that’s a green grey, in a digitized museum collection. Working with the different straws, I have definitely come up with a theory: dyed straw was simply too fragile to last. I have had one Hank of black straw that I refused use because it felt like it was disintegrating in my hand. This wasn’t even an old Hank of straw. This is a new Hank. A straw bought from a current millinery Supply. (Don’t worry it’s different than the one I use now.) If that straw with supposed modern technology and dye processes couldn’t hold up through my hand sewing, I just can’t imagine dyed straws lasting decades.

These are just ramblings while I sew, with a few images saved on my tablet. For more indepth research and discussion, please read From Field to Fashion.

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May has been such a long and short month. For me, with all the various work stuff, it has flown by in a blurr. Spring has finally come to New York. All be it, a damp spring. As problematic as the excessive wet has been for family and friends, I have to say, it was nice to enjoy the sounds of the thunderstorm while sitting in the historic village last Saturday.

I started out the month giving a talk on Millinery Nitty-Gritty to a local reenacting group. The presentation focused on pieces from the Greene Collection at the Genesee Country Village and Museum. Hmmm. I seem to lack photos of that day.

The month really has been a fog with the rest of my busy-ness. I am having trouble recalling everything else I did. Let’s see….. I ordered new straw in pretty period colors… I finally was able to order a remnants set from Family Heirloom Weavers. I’ve managed to hem a few of those for runners…. I did a straw fan experiment….. I added a few wardrobe essentials…. And, of course I made a few hats and bonnets. I hope to have one more finished and available tonight too. Note: Regency pieces will be available after the GCVM War of 1814/Jane Austen event in June.

Coming up…..

• I am currently working on a unique special project. I am having a lot of fun with it.
• I really need to get a duct tape dummy made so I can make my pink silk dress. Otherwise, I won’t have it done for July. I also would like to make up one of my lengths of wool.
• I will be at GCVM for: War of 1812/Jane Austen in June, Independence Day, Civil War event, and may be a couple others in July.

What does one do with a four day weekend in the midst of high stress exam planning?

Escape to the 19th century of course!

When I was asked if I was interested in doing a demonstration for Fiber Arts Week, I don’t think the person asking had a clue just how much the answer was “Yes. Please!”

I spent Friday and Saturday in the diningroom, aka old kitchen, of Jones Farm.

My workspace turned out to be ideal, especially for Friday when there were a few school groups in attendance. I discovered the room can functionally fit not one, not two, but three field trip groups from different schools. At one point there shy of 30 fourth graders encircling the table. I am somewhere between surpised and quite pleased with myself that I captured the attention of that may minds with straw hats and women’s work.

decided to focus on Regency era pieces because this left me prepare for the coming 1812/Jane event in June, and allowed me to wear my uber-comfy sacque/petti combo.

I made friends, sorta, with one of the more people curious chickens.

I rather enjoyed watching the chickens between visitors.

On the walk in Saturday morning, I met Ms. Sparrow of Oxbow Lane.

As you can see, it was quite sunny just prior to 10 am. Shortly after 10, it looked more like this:

This continued for about 2 hours, ending around noon. It was about 11 when I did this next video.

At this point my arms hurt. I really wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to sew through the day. I was wishing I had brought my wristlets so I could have hid my Salanpas pain patches underneith. I eventually figured a way to wrap my shawl ends around my my forearms/wrists. Then noon came. Sun came. Warmth came. And, I realized my arms didn’t hurt any more. I don’t know if I have a new weather forecaster, or if they have become that cold and damp sensitive. But, wow!

I do have to say, the rain was perfect napping weather.

If only I was good at napping.

Instead, there was sewing to be done.

By the end of Saturday, I sewed two 1818 bonnets. These need to be blocked and wired at home. In the 19th century this would have happened at the factory.

“Stay tuned” for two more posts from this weekend looking at cheese making and quilting interpretation.