Cheeky Actress

Chez Michel (aka Mike Kaplan) has been reenacting for over 25 years and now started to apply his talent, knowledge, and skills in to making period correct wigs for reenactors. Now he has a line for men. Will forward photos along. Those interested - please PM me.

My word Lady B...there's a side of you we don't see very often! You look very sweet in that 'wench' attire.

Happy Belated Birthed Day,

For well over an hour she had kept to the tree line. The night had proven overcast and in spite of the full moon, which now hid itself behind thick clouds, it was nearly impossible to discover what she had been asked to seek out. Numerous objects that could pass for what she sought, came to view and then slipped silently away once more into the dark. She listened for what might direct her search more readily toward her goal, but the night's sounds were filled with all the normal noises of any port town. Ships' bells, smaller watches keeping to their duty in the late night hours, the churning of the waves as they crashed against the beach, the lone gull announcing his presence as he flew over head and the constant hum of business from the local pubs and inns. She sighed but did not give in to her tiredness. Instead she moved once more amongst the bordering trees, weaving quietly in, out and about them. She peered out toward where she should find the object and sighed once more... nothing. Or so she thought, until in answer to the prayer she muttered over and over under her breath, the wind picked up and the heavy clouds parted momentarily, allowing the moon to cast her light clearly for several minutes. In her excitement, Lilly stepped out from the protection of the trees and watched the tiny form. It raced quickly in the darkness and then once, twice and thrice, a light blinked before all went dark. She continued to watch, readying her own lantern. Again, once, twice and a third time. She worked furiously with flint and steel and once her candle was lit within glass frame, she realized her mistake of being out in the open. She turned quickly to make her way back to the tree line and saw clearly, but from deep within the trees now in front of her... once, twice and then a third light blinking. Instantly she glanced back over her shoulder, once, twice and then the impatient clouds once again blocked out the moon and the small object disappeared completely from sight. Not once did she lift her own lantern. Not once did she return the signal...gathering her skirts she turned to run into the woods to try and locate the source that glowed briefly within but as she did she collided hard with someone, who's hand closed tightly over her mouth and arm wrapped like a vise about her waist. She felt herself lifted from the earth as her own lantern crashed to the ground and went out.

Thank you all for your kind words. I am also thinking about a Gents (Fops) kit too. Of course, I would have to crack the books once more regarding that topic...but if there is enough interest. I shall move forward with it.

Introducing..The Late 17th Century Cosmetic Kit "What Every Mistress Should know about the Art of Beauty in the Golden Age of Pyracy" Each kit would provide a Black Velvet Vizard, historical notes of the time-period and Patches (aka Mouches)! The Black Velvet Vizard is just the thing while you are going incognito to an event or a ball. The historical notes give detail on skin make-up, application, use and wear. The Patches are an assortment of 12 period correct shapes for the time-period along with non-allergenic adhesive and applicator brush. All assembled in this lovely kit. For those of you who are only interested in the patches, an assortment of 12 patches are available, also. Do not forget...this is perfect for the Fop, in your life The Late 17th Century Cosmetic Kit - $25.00 Patches - $7.99 Inquiries - please PM me.

Left-over Turkey Huge bom-fire in my backyard Shannon The Crewe...

As a gentle rapping came upon the bedroom door, Lilly was the first to stir. As she looked over at her bedmate, Sally still was in deep slumber. “Who is it?” She whispered loud enough to acknowledge the person at the door. “Tis Nelly. I’ve been asked to tell you that Captain Sterling wishes to speak with you.” With a quick glance up at the window, Lilly knew that it was the middle of the night. “Aye, I shall be with thee in a moment’s time.” She quickly collected her robe and met Nelly in the hall. “He is all right then?" Lilly asked as she closed the door behind her. "He is suffering but otherwise seems well enough," Nelly replied. "What is this matter which is of such grave importance that it could not wait until morning then?” Lilly said rubbing an eye and walking slowly towards the Captain’s room. “He did not say. He only requested that I fetch you.” As Nelly held the candle close to the Captain’s chamber door, she opened it slowly. The light from the candle cast an eerie glow into the room. As the blanket of candle light fell upon Captain Sterling’s face, Lilly still could see that he was very pale. Lilly sat in the chair next to the bed and took the Captain’s hand. “I am here, John. What do you wish of me?” She whispered softly. The Captain winced once more, putting his hand to his head and glanced over still seeing Nelly standing near the door. “Thank you Nelly. I will call for thee if I need thee.” Nelly’s eyes were transfixed on Lilly as she slowly shut the door behind her. “That one is not to be trusted,” Lilly said in a whisper and smirked. She then softly touched the side of his cheek. The Captain could only show a slight smile and he looked up at her. “I see ye are still very protective of me, Lilly. But ye need not fret on Nelly... Mistress Greene's account. She has been very ... kind to me as of late. Yet tis ye that I trust with what now must be done…and that is the reason I asked ye here at this late hour. Yer actions, in the past several hours, have been extremely dangerous yet most noble. Ye risked yer life to help me. So I would ask ye to chance things yet again on my behalf. If there were any other way... I would never...” Lilly eyes quickly met his. “I would walk through fire for you John. I could not sit by and let you die for a crime you did not do.” The very air caught in the Captain’s throat. He paused to look at her in the dimly lit room. “I wish I could be so certain about that as ye seem to be." He sighed before he carried on. "I need you to follow my instructions to the letter, Lilly. Will you do so?” Lilly nodded. “Good. Here is what I wish ye to do.”

Lilly quickly dashes in with her coffee pot and places a small dish in front of Captain Sterling. "Sorry I'm late. Oi, such traffic on the I-495! Some people drive like..." She looks down at the Captain. "Do you want me to Irish that up for you?"

Of Course, We now have someone doing IT support on the site now. A big help to trouble shooting issues.

Update....Monday Morning, 10:34 am on April 14, 2008 Oshkosh Streets are filled with Gangsters! Shooting literally began in downtown Oshkosh this morning. The area where the Public library is located (Next to the Masonic Temple) was the scene of some pretty heavy gun fire when Johnny Depp himself stood upon the hood of an old 1930s Ford and took aim at some Feds. Can you just imagine working near that scene? In your office, typing away, and talking on the phone with a Client when you hear Tommy guns go off in front of your office window. “That?” You say to your client on the phone, “Oh, that’s just a little gun fire. Johnny Depp is just having a moment.”

Big Changes for Reenactor Fest.... We've got a new look! Reenactor Fest - A Convention for the Ages! Take a look around...

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The hour now past and Captain Sterling found himself drifting back into slumber. As Croaker finished suturing the gash on the Captain’s head, he looked over at the ladies standing at the end of the bedstead in silence. “Do not look so vorried…all of you with your sad faces. He will live," he said, wiping his hands clean. “He shall need rest and he must take this tonic twice a day. It shall give him strength he vill be needing.” Croaker looked over at Lilly and Nelly as the dim light of the room barely made their faces noticeable. “I shall go now and leave you two to tend to him.” It was then Nelly quickly moved towards the door. “Leave?” She said backing up against the door. Croaker glanced over at Lilly – still dressed as the old hag. “Is there something a miss?” It was then Lilly quickly turned towards Nelly. “Pay him and let him go. There be no fear of him sounding the alarm.” Lilly said speaking in low, harsh tones. Nelly’s eyes narrowed then glanced over at Croaker once again. “How do you know this? How do you know that he will not go to the authorities or worse…the Egyptians?” Croaker’s expression fell as he arched one eyebrow with concern. “Egyptians?” Lilly rolled her eyes and held out her hand to Nelly. “Come now Nelly…pay him.” “Vhat is this? You call me from my home, ask for services and now you refuse to pay me?” Croaker now moved closer to Nelly. “Tell me vhat is going on here?!”

"And I ordered Mary's execution. I murdered God's anointed Queen. And now God's most dutiful son makes Holy War to punish me."

Sampson and Delilah

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Just an FYI to all of you who will be going to the Pirate's Ball on Friday night. I just called the VASC Museum (Hampton, VA) and Tammy (x705) informed me that the tickets for this event HAVE NOT gone on sale yet. She mentioned that their website will have them posted some time next week and that we are to go to the following location: www.vasc.org - look on the right hand site where there it says "Celebration by the Bay" and click on the Blackbeard Logo. This will take you to where you need to fill out the information regarding the purchase of your tickets. Tammy expects that the website should be up by the middle of next week.

Sally quickened her hurried pace and the long legged doctor tried to keep up. She looked behind her several times to make sure that Croaker was following her. "Hurry. Be quick!' She barked back at him. After the third time, Croaker found himself annoyed at the maid servant's behavior. "I heard you the first two times!" He shouted back to her. "I von't be treated like child. Now, continue...I vill follow." Down the narrow path to the back of the cottage, once inside,Sally motioned for Croaker to take a seat in the kitchen and not move until she announced him. "I shall be only a moment. I will be back in two shakes of a dog's tail!" She looked over at him and gave him a smirk. "That means quickly." She muttered at him. "I know...I know vhat it means!" He hissed his reply. Sally quickly called for her Mistress. Sally found her in her room. "He's here. I've found the doctor that Mistress McKinney instructed me to fine." Nelly closed her book and stood. "Very well, I will take him to Captain Sterling."

Sally tripped along the winding street down towards the dock area of town. She followed Mistress McKinney’s instructions to the letter. Soon she found herself in front of the tiny little shop, which was part of a lowly bawdy-house. Sally first peered inside by view of the dirty front window. There in the corner sat a weary-eyed man trying to read by a single candle. He aimlessly grabbed for a bottle and drank the last dregs of it down, then tossed it into the fireplace as it shattered against the bricks. Sally then lifted the latch to the door and walked in. “I seek a physician.” She said in a low, but strong tone. The man turned and looked at her. “I am Croaker. What be your ailment?” “Tis not I who has fallen ill. I seek you for another. Tis my Mistress’ associate who I make the inquiry for. He has taken a bad turn.” Croaker gathered up his book and started to look for another. Sally looked at the table before her. Blades, knives, and several other items that she did not know, were laid upon the table. “What is it that ails him?” Asked Croaker. “He has been injured.” She muttered. She could feel her breath catch as she watched him pull out a knife the length of her forearm. “Come now…do not waste my time. I need to know the injury so I can make sure I pack what it needed.” His commands were barked at her, she kept close to the door just in case she needed to flee at any given moment.. “He was set upon … by some thieves. Tried to beat in his skull they did. You must come quickly. He has lost a lot of blood thus far. My Mistress will pay you well enough.” Sally quickly pulled a half a crown from her pocket. “There will be another one for you if you will hurry.” Croaker took the coin and pocketed it. As he grabbed his hat, he motioned to Sally. “Very well…show me the way then.”

Lilly's eyes narrow as she watches her Virginia Sea Captain sit there in self-pride and pomp. "Humming?!" She says with a nare-do-care tone. "What's this they say about my Captain?! Aye, we must talk you and I, Captain!" Saw the posting for the Calendar Post and it is swimming about on the bottom of the main menu page for all to see! Cannot wait to 'have at it' this May/June!

Giving the Irish rogue a scowling look, Sally continued down the path toward her destination. She had no desire for his tomfoolery and she knew that her Mistress would be marking the time. “Good day to you, Sir.” She barked her hello. It was curt, but she hoped that the hooligan understood that his attentions were not welcomed now. She quickened her pace as she found her footing now upon the cobble street. “I must hurry. My Mistress awaits my quick return. She is not well and I have been sent on an errand to fetch care for her. Now, please step aside and leave me be!”

There is also MacGrego Games. They carry Colonial Board Games adn other Pastimes as well. Sorry that I do not have a link to their site, but my computer is acting a bit odd as of late. If I remember he does have a few items that date back into the late 17th century.

Lilly knocked softly upon the make-shift bedroom door before she opened it slowly. There, finally resting, she found Captain Sterling sound asleep. Glancing down at him she was still concerned that his color was off – his face was still pale and waxen. As she placed the tray by the bed, the Captain’s eyes opened. “Oh I am sorry, Captain, I did not wish to wake you,” Lilly whispered softly. The Captain rubbed his eyes and turned slightly, only to wince in pain from the injuries acquired and which he had purposely aggravated to ease his escape. “No, Mistress, twas the smell of that fine meal and bread that drew mine attention. Tis little I have eaten in many a day.” “It be a Lamb pye. I know you fancy it.” She said as she helped him with a glass of wine.

Great! I look forward to it. It is great to see your handy work and you are inspiring me to start another project myself!