Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Thursday, February 13, 2014
I have coveted this job since I was a little girl...beyond happy.
With no relevant qualifications except an inherent passion for heritage it felt, at times insurmountable with hundreds of MA qualified graduates in the race each time a job is posted. But I persevered to gain as much experience and knowledge as I could through volunteering (conservation and room stewarding) and knew I couldn't give up.
Never give up.
By the way, the amazing lock up above was on a door (pick a door, any door) in Goddards.
Wednesday, January 29, 2014
Oh my. The night we arrived, black rain was lashing the windows, breaching the lead panes and the chimneys were thundering. Locating our rooms from the cosy hub of arrival required looking at a map. The voices of family faded to chatter and footfall as we intruded further into the empty house, until it began to feel impolite. I could see my children peeking at me for reassurance, unfamiliar with the unconfined space as I fumbled for switch after switch to light our way. I peered out of the gallery's windows into the stormy night and saw a house close by - in the morning I realised it was merely the South Wing.
What a place were were inhabiting. Cutting edge design - medieval simplicity with largesse. Wonderful Arts and Crafts details at every turn easily overlooked due to their parity. For instance, each oak door was slightly different in its furniture. The inglenook fireplace in the lounge has a brick arch to one side, behind an asymmetric portion of which is a recessed window with a curved ceiling that you can only really see if you care to go and look up at it. Now that's an artist enjoying himself.
Lutyens was commissioned to make this for a Mr Merrilees, a man who once owned the Harrods of Russia. Described by Lutyens in a letter to his wife as "a good sort of a small sort"(?), he built it as a philanthropic holiday home for 'ladies of small means' before shooting himself in the garden. That was him knocking at night then...no, no, the central heating, surely all houses talk at night.
I have never, ever had the privilege of experiencing having the run of an historical property which neatly offset the intermittent moments where things got weird. Waking in the night to see a boy child in a sailor suit by the bed, the bedroom door which consistently whipped shut too hard behind me until the time I mentioned it and it closed softly, that kind of thing. Pfff just my imagination. The wind.
It was the best stay and too short. I finally got behind the ropes to sleep.
Thursday, January 23, 2014
Tuesday, January 21, 2014
Take the original pattern pieces and work out the bust point on each.
Cut vertically through both pattern pieces - I angled them so the bust points were aligned and drew a straight line across both upper and lower cups.
Paste the sides together matching the edge back up. The bust curves are now separated. Trace a new pattern piece as shown and recreate the missing edge using a French curve. Theoretically, the more shallow the curve, the less volume with the inner cup favoured as more shallow. I think the idea is that this will need playing with but whatever happens, each piece will need to measure the same length.
Here is the new cup with a vertical seam. But will it fit?
To be continued...
Tutorial thanks to this blog
Photos no thanks to my ipad or the bafflingly user unfriendly blogger.
Image from Ter et Bantine via Honestly wtf
With the Landmark Trust weekend stay approaching, today I am going to try and change a perfectly fitting bra pattern from horizontal seaming to a vertical seamed cup with a view to making it up in a nice navy silk later this week. Or camisole it.