A seasonally appropriate costume!

I wouldn’t normally go around posting photos of myself on this blog, but this was just too good not to share. One of my friends had a housewarming last night. Theme: villains.

Somehow, it became imperative that I dress as the Green Knight. Observe:

I need to work on my costume design skills – I cut the neck-line far too wide. The costume, such as it is, consists of green tights, a long strip of horrid green satin (I picked it out especially for its horrible luminescent quality), a lovely bottle green curtain tie (which comes permanently looped, so very easy to slipknot around oneself and the weight of the tassel pulls it taught), a green felt handlebar moustache (cut from a moustache template one of my colleagues made for Movember), and a metric fuckton of green hairspray.

I found a green broom to disassemble and use for a staff. Sadly, the town was devoid of toy axes yesterday. I then LOST my moustache somewhere in the town centre, in the fifteen minutes between changing buses (I am proud to say I walked into a burger shop and ordered a burger and chips dressed like this and sporting a green moustache). This saddened me greatly, but, on the other hand, when I GOT to the party, there was a pot of green body paint already there for someone else’s costume, so my face and neck and arms were suitably green-ified.

I’m half-tempted to do this over properly – sew a green tunic, paint up a length of dowel for a proper staff, and figure out how to make a fake axe. I’m also tempted to dye my hair green, I think it rather suits me.

This has no legitimate medievalist justification

But it has monks in it!

What can I say? I like Handel.

In which history is fun!

Following on the thread of “why are we doing this, again?”, one of my LJ friends, tarimanveri, has posted a slice of one of the charters she’s working on. Go over here to find out about Haimo and his brother HervĂ©, and the preservation of their memory.

And from her commentary:

It’s moments like this that make reading all these charters, and picking apart their contents to separate the formulas from the feelings, and the actions from the actae (I know, that’s bad, I should go to bed), worthwhile. There are always certain things you can tell from reading charters, even when you can’t be sure whether the motivations and sentiments they record are sincere or standardized or somewhere in between, but the times when you can be sure, I think there’s a deeply moving immediacy to the encounter with the people of the past, and one that’s rare and hard to come by in medieval sources. When it’s there, well, it brings home the fact that these are people that really lived, nine hundred years ago, and that their charters have, as this one says, “[kept] the memory of us in the world.”

WHAT SHE SAID.

We interrupt your regularly scheduled blog silence to announce…

GUESS WHO GOT A SCHOLARSHIP? GUESS WHO GOT A SCHOLARSHIP?

 

Guess who still hasn’t got her course acceptance? This is… odd. Can’t see any reason why I wouldn’t be accepted, but still. It’d be nice to have the piece of paper.