Cheeky Actress

BlackJohn, What would the cost be for such a shoe? Are we talking a basic long tongue, square toed cut?

Squish

Brig, Sorry so late on logging in on this, but I just saw this post. MadMary suggestion on making the press as a smaller scale portable unit. I am assuming that the size of what you would be printing would be a standard 8-1/2 x 11 sheet of parchment - am I correct? I have a friend who works as a docent in Virginia City, NV at the 3rd Ward School there. His job is to demo their 19th century printing press. Granted, it is obvious that the time lines are different, but the mechanics are pretty much the same. PM me if you have any questions regarding inks, types, and the like. I am sure I can get you some answers.

She trembled as he followed her. The excitement was too great. It was then the game began for her. It was then she reached behind her and took his hand. His was warm and she could feel its strength through the leather glove that covered it. Surprisingly, she thought it was still a tender touch from such a stranger. She favored him once more with backward glance. The Captain had looked up into the soft black velvet face and was instantly ensnared by the two dazzling blue eyes that fixed on his. Lilly remembered wondering who was truly conquering who at that moment. They continued on down a dark hall to the chambers Lilly rented. It was a place for her to escape to. A place where she could do as she pleased, make love to who she chose, avoiding the constant trafficking of powerful lovers that were necessary to keep her clothed and feed and in the public eye. Like the mask, it allowed her, her freedom to do as she desired. For a brief second she felt his other hand rest against her waist before he was forced to step back in the hallway’s narrowness. Her heart skipped a beat. Funny how all the men she drew here, always seemed to know the rules of this game. In the room Lilly found a candle next to the bed and lit it. The fire had been roused about an hour before by one of the maid servants of the tavern. She busied herself about the room as the Captain stood in the doorway at first, not knowing if he should proceed with his rakish behavior. The port was already clouding his judgment but she did not mind. She wanted him there for one purpose only. When she was finished, he would leave and she would have nothing to do with him ever again. Like all the others, at that point she had no intentions of keeping him or coaxing him back… how wrong she had been.

And here's my real name: Baroness Lisa the Surreptitious of New Porton Wells Surrepititious?!?! LOL...okay...sometime perhaps, eh Captain?

Based on the name Lilly Her Most Noble Lady Lilly the Brobdingnagian of Hope End Ya, nice referrence to Gulliver’s Travels...

Hi Everyone! Here is an event for those who want to see an assortment of Maritime items and events! 2008 Chicago Maritime Festival - Schedule of Events Not to mention our very own...Gerard Heidgerken - aka Bilgemunky! Here is his write up! Piratecore: Sea Chanties in the 21st Century with Gerard Heidgerken As a musical genre, the sea chantey has gone largely unchanged since the age of sail. But where most maritime artists have chosen to embrace and preserve the rich heritage of this music, others have opted to take their fascination with the sea into surprising new directions. This session will explore the development and current state of Piratecore, a relatively young yet incredibly diverse musical genre that blends the traditional sea chantey with such contemporary styles as rock, rap, punk, metal, and more. Gerard Heidgerken is the host of Bilgemunky Radio, a weekly online show featuring pirate-themed music from around the world. He comes from a long line of sailors, and served a six-year stint in the U.S. Navy aboard the U.S. Enterprise. His love of sea chanties began with Schooner Fare, having first heard them when growing up in Maine. Show your support and visit the Chicago Museum this weekend! More information can be found at www.bilgemunky.com and www.bilgemunky.com/radio

Don't foreget....Mad Mary Diamond is still taking orders for shoes! She will be happy to help you out with your pyratical footware needs. Please email her here at the pub. Please, no PMs. Thank you!

Just a reminder - now that the reenactment season as started...how about a new shirt to start the new season out right! Yet Another Offering from the Archangel Crewe ~ It is our Pleasure to Now Offer Custom Cut 100% Hand Sewn Linen Shirts ~ with Thread Buttons & Embroidered Initials ~ Patterned after Existing Historical Garments, these Period Correct Shirts are available for $95 dollars per shirt. Initials are Free, and are located on the Front Corner of each shirt. Shirt Cuffs & Collar are Custom Cut to Individual Measurements Provided, and the body of the shirt Adjusted Accordingly. Current & Accurate Measurements of Neck, Wrist and Chest will be Required. Payment for Custom Linen Shirts is 100% at time of order. Delivery time will be 6 to 8 weeks from date payment is received. Shipping and Handling Charges will be $16 throughout the U.S. Machine Sewn Items will be available. Interested Parties may post here, or contact Captain J.C. Sterling directly ~ Please Note that E-Mail is the preferred method off communication, due to the large number of messages handled (her PM folder is simply not up to the task). Cheeky

Lilly remained at the window looking down at the young man waiting in the garden. From the small grouping of flowers clutched in his hand, she could tell his call was one of an amorous nature and she wished him success in his venture. Unlike herself. She moved back to her bed and a sat down, struggling not to cry. If she had only married her beloved Captain in the first place perhaps none of this would be happening now. She shook at the thought of his current condition and worried about how little she might be able to help him. As she lay back down, she thought about the young man outside and remembered her Johnny when they first met. In the dark shadows of a narrow alleyway, Lilly skirted her way towards London Bridge all under the guise of her soft velvet mask. The cold winds of autumn sprang up as she drew her cape close to her. A man and a woman rushed by her. He and his whore made their way to one of the many shoddy stick framed houses on the bridge. For a moment, she thought he may have recognized her, but she was mistaken. She fancied this new trend of fashion, this disguise that made her life bearable. To her, it was almost liberating knowing that she could move about Old London Town without a care of being seen or being seen with whomever she liked. She made it a custom to dress in her dark blue gown and caplet and hide away from those who flocked to her stage door after her performances and she would always disappear from those who wanted to see her the most. Her adoring fans flocked to her like moths to fire, but she never truly felt comfortable with it...and perhaps she never would. She walked slowly through the muddied streets until she came upon the tavern called, "The Slaughter Lamb". It was here she felt at ease, expressing herself and her moods freely. As she made her way inside, she thought to herself about the strange talk about town. Rumors circulated about the theater that made her smile a bit. One stated that she was nothing more than a spirit or a ghost; skillfully dodging anyone and everyone who tried to find her. This game of cat and mouse made her feel empowered in a strange sort of way. She fancied it...she loved to play such games. It was in her blood to be able to out think the other's ability to win. Yes, trickery was a wonderful asset to have in life, as long as you had the right opponent to make it worth your while. She looked across the tavern as the innkeeper approached. It was there she saw the pale skinned Captain. Her eyes took him in and discovered that he still looked shaken from being ill at the theater earlier that evening. With that thought in mind she seriously considered, perhaps tonight she would give chase to that gallant young man who almost ruined her nightly performance.

Welcome count de monet! Glad to have you here!

Just saw this movie last weekend. I never laughed so hard in my life when Robert DeNiro came out of the closet! And yes Morgan...the dead brothers made the movie! Anyone watch the outtakes? Some pretty funny stuff there.

How do I feel? Gee...don't know...too damn cold to FEEL anything as of the moment!

Heaters...three of them...as I try to keep warm!

A BIG cup of Coffee. Trying to stay warm this morning at work. We lost our heating system in the front office and it's colder inside than it is outside right now!

Damn fine signature banner it is too! Great graphics/pictures. All I can think of is the BlackAdder quote...."What is your name?" Blackadder requests. "Kate...short for Bob"

Lilly looks at the Captain with concern? "Come now? When did this happen? Was it when you awoke with a pain in your gut or when you awoke next to that black-tooth woman Bess Hagardy?"

/\ Well, that would have to have been for a Wild West Event about three years ago. My twin sister was coming for a visit and she needed something to wear to an event. I got it so I could make a three-piece walking outfit in 16 hours. Lynn was completely dressed for the event by the following morning. < Looking through my reenactor closet again...need to make some major adjustments...loss more weight! (YA)!!!! \/What is the one item you really need this year for reenacting?

Tsunami

Thank you MerryDeath! Do not worry...we drank many a tankard to you and LadyB's health...(which may explain the Hallway listing at 3 am on Sunday Morning). We look forward to seeing you all at Port Washington! May the winds fill your sails so we will meet again.

Tonight I'm making stuffed porkchops with rosemary/apple cider dressing. For something sweet after dinner....my box of valentine chocolates I got from DH.

Thank you for a great find, Matusalem! Not like having a period correct rum on site during an event. I wonder if I can find Thomas Tew Rum out here in the midwest. Need to check it out.

Silkie, You can thank our good Captain for my new signature picture. He creatively put it that together. And yes...it does make the shot! You should have seen my face when he suggested it. "You want me to do WHAT?!"

(Lilly whips her head around and looks at the Captain in Shock)... That will be the last time I mend your buttons, Captain!

Be nice to the Mistress too! She'll make sure that nothing bad happens...(Wicked Grin)....