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Saturday, April 10, 2010

Polly's Eureka Moment!

A few years ago I woke from a fitful sleep to experience one of those rare yureka! moments. At the time I was still working, relatively happily in the operating theatres of a small town in the Midlands of Ireland and the whole thing seemed pretty ridiculous. This was especially as I related the experience to one of our most senior and respected anaesthetic consultants. Surprisingly enough she was enthusiastic when I told her about my dream to make corsets - yes CORSETS!

The thing is that once upon a time, having been little more than mediocre in the sewing department at school, I used to make corsets or at least the equivalent thereof. This is not quite as daft as it sounds, although what follows by way of explanation most probably is...


You see, for a period of eight years or so I used to engage in historical reinactment and living history. Battling for charity with The Sealed Knot is great fun, it's also a fantastic way to meet people, do some good and travel around the country to places that you'd otherwise never have dreamed of visiting. It's also a great way of learning a little bit more about the history of the country in which you live as the school history lessons were little more than a rapidly glossed over potted history of little or no interest to man nor beast! For a wee bit more on the Sealed Knot watch this video




The question has to be asked though, where in all this does the tale of my making corsets come into the grand scheme of things? In case you're not aware The Sealed Knot is a seventeenth century reinactment society, which brings the history of the English Civil War to life. Unfortunately seventeenth century clothing isn't readily available these days which provides two options: 1) You purchase it off someone who is selling it for a premium price on Merchants Row or like me 2) you purchase some inexpensive woollen cloth from your local market and make your own according to the hand drawn patterns you purchased on Merchants Row at your first muster.

Looking at the construction of the garment it soon becomes apparent that this is nothing like the clothing worn in the twentieth and the twenty-first centuries. For starters the use of modern textiles is understandably frowned upon considering they were not authentic to the period and are totally inadequate for the type of wear and tear inflicted upon the average suit of clothing - this is true for both ladies and gentlemen. For the beginner it is acceptable however to use modern nylon boning in the construction of ones bodice, largely due to the absence of anything more suitable...

The major similarity between the bodice of a C17th dress and a corset is the fact that one is made of woven wool and the other from cotton or maybe something a little nicer. Otherwise the construction is remarkably similar. Do bear in mind that the 'dress' came in several parts, in so far as the skirt(s) were separate from the top, the centre piece or stomacher which lay beneath the central cording was also separate as were the sleeves which were attached by ties. This allowed for interchangeable sleeves, ventilation in the warmer weather and for those of a lower social standing for the wearer to go without sleeves altogether.

While all of this sounds dreadfully complicated for the modern seamstress, in reality it isn't. One thing that I discovered very quickly was that hand sewing is not only more authentic, it's easier and results in a stronger garment overall. Bear in mind that as with the modern corset, the C17th lady was not in possession of a brassier beneath this constricting garment and any reinacter foolish enough to do so will soon change their mind.

The bodice was worn over a calico shift however, for decency although images of barmaids and prostitutes might lead one to wonder about its very existence, and the purpose of the stomacher was two fold. It held in the stomach as it was highly boned and it concealed the appearance of the shift in those partial to gaining a pound or two from time to time. As you might imagine ladies of this period didn't have ready access to chain stores like Penney's or Tesco's and the ability to purchase disposable clothing for each season as the young misses of today so clothing had to be durable and adjustable.

As for my Eureka! moment, I'm still thinking about making corsets - apparently they sell for a fortune and it could be the path to my salvation moneywise...

Have fun over the weekend and please say a prayer for my poor demented soul!

Polly Pierce
Irish Greeting Cards Made By Hand For All Occasions


Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Pollys Wedding Crasher!

Earlier this morning I was checking out my FaceBook page and noticed a great entry by my good friend Bláithín O'Reilly Murphy of Distinctive Weddings. Her latest entry on the blog has certainly come up trumps with some good old common sense and easy tips on how to choose colours for your wedding party. This instantly brought to mind a tale recently told of a wedding party witnessed at an exclusive hotel north of Dublin last week.


The bride who'd arrived in a stretch hummer(?) was spotted mounting the stairs for the obligatory photo shot. Witnessed by some twenty male guests from the balcony above the bride was observed holding her oversized meringue in both arms; the brides-maids were obliged to actually wait upon their bride. Assisting in this enormous feat, was the groom.

What made this event spectacular was the ladies in waiting. Donned in almost fluorescent orange hot pants and matching cropped laced halter-neck top top they made the bride appear demur; the bridal gown was the epitome of taste. To complement the ensemble peplums/trains of turquoise-blue voile flowed elegantly to the floor, having emerged like like a tail from the hot pants derriers!

So taken with the scene observed, my reporter neglected to remark the ladies footwear he did however notice one nice touch, often forgotten these days is the wearing of the mantilla. In this instance the ladies concerned each wore one in a delightful matching turquoise-blue accenting their outfits perfectly.

Sadly due to circumstances the decision taken by my intrepid reporter was not to acquire photographic evidence of such splendour, rather to leave without making any sudden movements and breathe a sigh of relief when he was able to open the throttle and re-enter life on the road.

Apparently, the young lady concerned did not have the opportunity to read the Distinctive Weddings blog!

Polly Pierce
ps.

A friend of mine left the following remark on my Facebook page:
"you're making that up Pauline!! or else your reporter just crashed a film set surely?"
Just to put the record straight this is a real life event witnessed by someone reliable, who chose to smile, just like the poor hotel receptionist and take their leave without drawing attention to themselves. Laugh? I nearly cried...

Monday, July 27, 2009

Happy Birthday Darling!

So, I slipped up. I've been told off by a number of my loyal fans (aka BJK!) that I haven't been writing my blog posts up recently. I'm not sure if they (she) will approve of this post, as it is my entry for the PaperPlay Challenge Blog this 27th week of the year.



The theme is to produce a card which is suitable for a male recipient, in this case take your pick! The slightly racy stamp hails from Bombshell Stamps. Coloured with a combination of Whispers Watercolour Markers, Sakura Gel pens and the new ink from Colourbox, ie Smooch in Gold Lamé, I think that this definitely hits the spot.




To say that thi is a departure from my usual style is something of an understatement!? Life is for living and taking risks; especially seeing as I decided to stay at home in celebration of The Phoenix Festival, I can probably be forgiven. You see I originally purchased this line of stamps with the express intention of selling temporary tattoos to festival goers...

Ah well...

Thursday, June 18, 2009

Unto The Prize Dear Polly...

Ah, ha! So there you are, my dear blogger friend...

Why on a day like today, did you decide that you just had to get in on the act too? I mean, surely something had to act properly today? Didn't it?

Honestly, it's not all bad. I had a great meeting this morning at BNI and surprised myself by being uber organised, despite the fact that I went to bed a mere 2 hours before I was supposed to get up again. Actually, it was despite my resistance, almost a relief to get up. Last night was just so cold and as long as my guard was down, I felt as though I might freeze at any moment...

But it did get better. From the moment the sunlight of the early, and I do mean early morning hit my eyeballs I was warm once more. Not taking any chances I dressed myself in the bright yellow light pouring in the window in a demur if not slightly dowdy outfit comprising of brown cords, brown long sleeved tee-shirt and a shetland wool cardigan, some woolly socks and my fleece lined suede dessert boots.

I was warm and I wanted to stay warm. And so I did. At times I found myself overly warm, but I wasn't about to take any unnecessary chances and remained suitably dressed at all times throughout the course of the day. That is not exactly the truth though, is it?

Having survived a meeting, breakfast in Day's (super-heated - probably to do with clothing!) Hotel, done some paperwork, driven out & then back into town again, had coffee with a friend and her three year old daughter, I found it necessary to remove just the outer layer whilst incarcerated in the school hall. It was hot, stuffy, over packed with hot & stuffy bodies, children, babies and goodness only knows what else.

To my relief I quickly found a comfortable seat, despite being late and proceeded to actually enjoy the show that the kids put on for us tolerant adults. It was actually good, I enjoyed it. That can't be right!

This year, much like every other year the programme was different, actually it was delightful. The children each did their bit, some on solo, some on chorus and others just doing their thing. We had a sad moment as we remembered one of our favourite teachers who has not been well of late, and we celebrated life with a cuppa tea & and slice of shop bought victoria sponge cake which was delicious.

When all was said and done, I then got to investigate the package my friend had given me. In it I discovered some lovely scrapbooking papers, ribbons and lots of lovely stash which she had been about to throw out, until good Christian that I am I stepped in to save the day...

To make things even better, a random integar generator person with very good taste has selected me to receive a prize! Over on PaperPlay Challenges I had actually managed to enter one of their 21 challenges, I say actually because it is no mean feat for me to be organised enough to photograph/scan my own creations. I had to make something, anything but it had to have a twist! I gave it a twist alright, I made a purple and pink father's day card!


As the pic is very small, & I can't seem to make it bigger, click on it for a better view!




Anyway it seems that I won the challenge! What's even better is the fact that I won a great prize donated by AnnaMarie's Dublin based Scrap Book Store.ie. The Pink Paislee latest scrapbooking papers are called Fascinating, and what is even better is the fact that I am the lucky winner!

I know I use the word thrilled quite a bit when I'm pleased about something. Perhaps I even over use the word, but it's true: I really am thrilled. So thanks Sandie from PaperPlay Challenges and thank you to AnnaMarie at The ScrapBook Store...

Maybe I'll be making and photographing more and more of my creations and showing them off, cos if this doesn't give me confidence, nothing will!

"Congratulations, and jubilations, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah..."

I know, I know, self congratulations and all that! But, I just had to share...

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Cornish Harbour Freezes Over

Quite by accident I discovered this video clip; while looking out for a friend (Russell Rusky McQuillan) who has apparently had his blog linked to by the BBC. Unfortunately, as I have rather a lot of card making to do this evening I didn't have time to delve too deeply; but the Cornish Harbour Freezes Over headline did catch my eye...



Having only recently watched a number of nature programmes filmed in the Arctic circle the sight of frozen sea water comes as no great surprise; that is until you consider that Cornwall is located in the South West of England. As such Cornwall usually benefits from somewhat milder temperatures than much of the United Kingdom. For more information about this amazing occurrence click on the picture...

Having taken part in a number of "that's the way it used to be; when I were a lad!" style conversations recently, it should be no surprise then that only this morning we were talking about Jack Frost. Somehow, however, I'm not so sure that those cold and frosty mornings were quite that cold after all! Or maybe I just don't remember...?

Brrrhh!

Polly Pierce
Maker of Bespoke Greeting Cards For All Occasions