New commodities
Jan. 25th, 2006 10:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
janestarzFirst off, I switched to a Robert Jordan layout. This time I might even announce when I switch back to my old yellow and green bamboo layout. I just dig the wide bamboo look - it works on every resolution...while this Callandor thing is very narrow. Maybe I can tweak it a bit. I am into CSS, after all.
Violetly Violet is as good as finished. The only sewing still remaining is beading. It still has to be dyed again first. Boning in the back, after all, and terrible terrible eyelets (try prying an awl through 4 layers of damast...now try that with a knitting needle), was finished yesterday.
I also visited the market, and picked up 9 meters of purplish wool for € 2,- per meter. Cheapo, good quality, if none too thick. I have to line the coat I'll make of this anyway, so as it will not itch my bare skin everywhere, so that is okay. Also picked up a meter and a half of some fake silk with satin-woven inside. Still not sure what to make of that. But today I'll be starting on my long, dark red, circle skirt.
And this afternoon I'll be dropping in on Goofy, to talk a bit more about our latest D&D session, which was very confusing. Thamior, the other elf, has been kidnapped and rescued, but Mariel was a bit pissed off at Sir Jean and Uthar and Melvin. Sir Jean, for pulling off that silly stunt in the sewers: "hey, these things are dangerous, but let's linger here some longer", and Uthar and Melvin for sneaking off when I was passed out without even telling me, or asking me if I had any more potions or scrolls that could help them.
Strife in the party, and it gets worse. Melvin had been telling the others about Mariels background with Lorian, and they have been acting as if she is a total fuckwit. Now that, in itself, is true, but look at the bigger picture here. Mariel, elf, 80 years old, so just hitting puberty, has lost her love because of something she did. And then he turns out to have become a vampire. So in a way, he's still alive, but not in a way that any elf would really approve of. So she's a bit...fucked up, yes. And can't talk to anyone about it. So she became all obsessive about "nobody dies while I am on this party" and all that.
Thamior has been acting weird, refusing sleep, and food, and saying he's fine (*snerk*, where did I hear that before?), and proposing to Mariel to sneak off together. And stomping off to hide from the rest of the party, while they just agreed not to wander off anywhere alone. Mariel accompanied him, but had the hardest time getting him back to the temple... and then there's the illusions we've been experiencing.
So all in all it was a pretty confusing session and we're not really sure what's going to happen. Mariel really needs to talk to a priest of her faith, so she has to get back to the elves. Uthar is about to stomp off because his friend has abandoned him (if Thamior hides from him, he feels that way, yes), and Sir Jean is off doing a paladin-thing because he just almost died. And Mariel isn't talking to Melvin.
What a mess. A fun mess, but a mess.
Friday we eat at Asia, the Japanese restaurant. This week has been a disaster when it comes to the Diet, but last time I stood on the scales I had lost 6-8 kilograms. 1st of February I'll post measurements (but friends-only, probably).
For now: Rally to the skirt!
Violetly Violet is as good as finished. The only sewing still remaining is beading. It still has to be dyed again first. Boning in the back, after all, and terrible terrible eyelets (try prying an awl through 4 layers of damast...now try that with a knitting needle), was finished yesterday.
I also visited the market, and picked up 9 meters of purplish wool for € 2,- per meter. Cheapo, good quality, if none too thick. I have to line the coat I'll make of this anyway, so as it will not itch my bare skin everywhere, so that is okay. Also picked up a meter and a half of some fake silk with satin-woven inside. Still not sure what to make of that. But today I'll be starting on my long, dark red, circle skirt.
And this afternoon I'll be dropping in on Goofy, to talk a bit more about our latest D&D session, which was very confusing. Thamior, the other elf, has been kidnapped and rescued, but Mariel was a bit pissed off at Sir Jean and Uthar and Melvin. Sir Jean, for pulling off that silly stunt in the sewers: "hey, these things are dangerous, but let's linger here some longer", and Uthar and Melvin for sneaking off when I was passed out without even telling me, or asking me if I had any more potions or scrolls that could help them.
Strife in the party, and it gets worse. Melvin had been telling the others about Mariels background with Lorian, and they have been acting as if she is a total fuckwit. Now that, in itself, is true, but look at the bigger picture here. Mariel, elf, 80 years old, so just hitting puberty, has lost her love because of something she did. And then he turns out to have become a vampire. So in a way, he's still alive, but not in a way that any elf would really approve of. So she's a bit...fucked up, yes. And can't talk to anyone about it. So she became all obsessive about "nobody dies while I am on this party" and all that.
Thamior has been acting weird, refusing sleep, and food, and saying he's fine (*snerk*, where did I hear that before?), and proposing to Mariel to sneak off together. And stomping off to hide from the rest of the party, while they just agreed not to wander off anywhere alone. Mariel accompanied him, but had the hardest time getting him back to the temple... and then there's the illusions we've been experiencing.
So all in all it was a pretty confusing session and we're not really sure what's going to happen. Mariel really needs to talk to a priest of her faith, so she has to get back to the elves. Uthar is about to stomp off because his friend has abandoned him (if Thamior hides from him, he feels that way, yes), and Sir Jean is off doing a paladin-thing because he just almost died. And Mariel isn't talking to Melvin.
What a mess. A fun mess, but a mess.
Friday we eat at Asia, the Japanese restaurant. This week has been a disaster when it comes to the Diet, but last time I stood on the scales I had lost 6-8 kilograms. 1st of February I'll post measurements (but friends-only, probably).
For now: Rally to the skirt!
