Friday, July 19, 2013

CLOSED for 2 Weeks

Off to war, back in 2 weeks!

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Last Coronet Before Pennsic

OK, one last leather coronet before Pennsic. I had to do a silver one and since I found I had some fleur de lis that I could use, it came out very French (which is fine for me). It is 22 around, Acrylic, leather, wood add imitation pearls and acrylic stones. I am still debating whether to do some design details in the inside band section but with all the work I have to do this week, I may just leave it as is! "Silver Fleur with Pearls Coronet"  for sale! 23

Saturday, July 13, 2013

Yet Another Coronet

This one is very similar to one I know I have seen in a manuscript or a period statue but I can not remember the source or time period! This is 22 inches around, Acrylic on leather, wood, imitation Moonstone and pearls. "Gold and White Sunburst Coronet" For Sale. 22

Friday, July 12, 2013

Another Coronet

Here is another coronet I hope to have for sale at Pennsic (if someone does not buy it before then). This is 22 inches around, Leather, Acrylic and glass jewels. "Red and Gold Acanthus Coronet" for sale! 21

More Death

A sweet and loving cat who died this morning!

Thursday, July 4, 2013

Poem for the 4th

Let America be America Again

Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.

(America never was America to me.)

Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed--
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That any man be crushed by one above.

(It never was America to me.)

O, let my land be a land where Liberty
Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,
But opportunity is real, and life is free,
Equality is in the air we breathe.

(There's never been equality for me,
Nor freedom in this "homeland of the free.")

Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?
And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?

I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,
I am the Negro bearing slavery's scars.
I am the red man driven from the land,
I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek--
And finding only the same old stupid plan
Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.

I am the young man, full of strength and hope,
Tangled in that ancient endless chain
Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!
Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need!
Of work the men! Of take the pay!
Of owning everything for one's own greed!

I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.
I am the worker sold to the machine.
I am the Negro, servant to you all.
I am the people, humble, hungry, mean--
Hungry yet today despite the dream.
Beaten yet today--O, Pioneers!
I am the man who never got ahead,
The poorest worker bartered through the years.

Yet I'm the one who dreamt our basic dream
In the Old World while still a serf of kings,
Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,
That even yet its mighty daring sings
In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned
That's made America the land it has become.
O, I'm the man who sailed those early seas
In search of what I meant to be my home--
For I'm the one who left dark Ireland's shore,
And Poland's plain, and England's grassy lea,
And torn from Black Africa's strand I came
To build a "homeland of the free."

The free?

Who said the free? Not me?
Surely not me? The millions on relief today?
The millions shot down when we strike?
The millions who have nothing for our pay?
For all the dreams we've dreamed
And all the songs we've sung
And all the hopes we've held
And all the flags we've hung,
The millions who have nothing for our pay--
Except the dream that's almost dead today.

O, let America be America again--
The land that never has been yet--
And yet must be--the land where every man is free.
The land that's mine--the poor man's, Indian's, Negro's, ME--
Who made America,
Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,
Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,
Must bring back our mighty dream again.

Sure, call me any ugly name you choose--
The steel of freedom does not stain.
From those who live like leeches on the people's lives,
We must take back our land again,

O, yes,
I say it plain,
America never was America to me,
And yet I swear this oath--
America will be!

Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,
The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
We, the people, must redeem
The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
The mountains and the endless plain--
All, all the stretch of these great green states--
And make America again!

Langston Hughes

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

New Coronet

I had this idea and decided to do it in hopes of selling it and maybe drumming up some new coronet orders! This is 22 inches around, 2 inches tall and is leather and wood with glass stones and Acrylic paint. "Golden Rose Coronet". SOLD. 20

Monday, July 1, 2013

Period Pavilion For Sale

FOR SALE Period Pavilion, 11 x 17 (I think) Oval Marquee by Tent Masters. This tent does NOT leak even though it is now about 15 years old and it has a few small holes in the roof (easily patched. I think it may have a few ties that need replaced but other than that it is in pretty good shape. All poles and stakes included! I paid over a $1000 but I am asking $800! Payments are fine and price can be negotiated. You can pick it up at Pennsic!

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(This is not a picture of it but is close to what it looks like, no fancy dagging on mine)