Santa’s workshop tonight at the Den of the D! Assembling 3 mountain bikes and packaging all the gifts for the family Company D 2nd Maryland Infantry adopted for Christmas. Our wish is that our family this year has a Merry Christmas and a better year in 2019! It makes me proud to be a part of this group! The good things we do together as a group is amazing! #maryland#history#livinghistory#civilwar#gettysburg#2ndmaryland#companydrocks
Okay I am OBSESSED with doing tiny rolled hems. Especially on things with sharp corners. Can I make a business doing just this? Was there an 18th century trade that involved only stitching rolled hems on squares and rectangles? Handkerchief craftswoman? Skilled apron monger? Dish towel spectacular? Lmao okay I am done now
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Dec. 9. #christmascraftcalender
The Viking arrow. In 1914 near Naumnlauskollen, Norway. An arrow appeared in a melting patch of ice. It was made of birch, it was barreled and with a broad leaf shaped iron point. It was dated to the vikingage. Length was 69,5cm. My arrow shaft is made of birch with the same measurements as the original but I didn’t have the same point so I put another type on but from the same period. The point is glued with pine pitch and tied with sinew. The sinew was covered with hide glue.
The feathers was supposed to be glued on with hardened tar, but somehow it wouldn’t stick, so we cheated and glued with normal modern feather glue. For the string to tie it with I used some hand spun waxed linen that my girlfriend @lbmbirds made especially for this purpose. Super thin 2ply and surprisingly strong. I gave it a coat of tar and shellac mixed together. To protect the string (and to cover the moderne glue 😉) and now it looks like it would have done if I had glued it like I originally planned. It’s a super cool arrow. It’s quite time consuming to do it this way, but very nice to try and go all the way. I wouldn’t mind making more arrows like this :-) .
The playroom at the Doctors house at Brand Park in Glendale is full of the best sorts of creepy dolls. This playroom belonged to Dottie, the daughter of one of the four doctors that once used to call this house their office and home. People have heard phantom footsteps leading into the playroom and I have to say....it was creepy as hell. I’ll be posting a lot more about this house soon and it’s history because considering it was built in the 1880s, was a doctors office, experienced the flu pandemic and once housed a tragic silent movie stars life...it’s full of macabre tales. But for now; I hope y’all enjoy this pic. 🖤💀👻