Of lucets and lino
On Saturday, jousting was scheduled to take place at Linlithgow Palace.
Note that stripey tent – evidence of the merrie scene which was to have been.
The clerk of the weather interceded, probably to no-one’s surprise. So the palace was full of children running about, undeterred by soaking weather, and mostly clutching plastic swords; or, in some cases, modelling balloon swords. Also of people in varying degrees of mediaeval costume, valiantly putting on a show for the not overtly disappointed crowd, offering up educational tit-bits, ‘darning’ chain mail, whittling axe-shafts, and generally doing the sorts of things mediaeval people probably did do on beastly wet days.
Among their number was this lady, who kindly permitted me to photograph her – alas, rather blurrily. I seem to have rather shaky hands.
The tool she was employing was a lucet; and the technique pretty much a two-pronged version of French knitting. It rather gave me ideas: after all, even a mitten on double-points is a little over-large to be stuffed easily into a pocket, and the current lace scarf is looking a little battered, from being stuffed into bags and hoiked out of bags and soaked when my bags are caught with me in a downpour. Besides, exciting, cool, mediaeval-ish craft!; and the lucet itself looks comfortable to the hand.
The plastic fork version in the google image results rather amuses me, and ‘though the materials may be hardly authentic, there is certainly authenticity in adapting whatever one has readily available.
(Image lifted directly from google, because it seems to have disappeared from the source.)
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Curiosity led me, via Arabesque Braids, to you-tube:
I have no craft foam in stock, but I do have a supply of lino off-cuts.
Since the result of keeping up with an energetic 7-year-old for several hours is that I am too stupid even for stocking stitch, a few hours of hypnotically mindless repetition on Sunday produced a good foot of heraldically gold-and-red braid, purpose (and, indeed, final length) currently unknown.
That ought to scratch the “pocket craft” itch, if not quite the “tactile tool” itch, and has the added appeal that when fascinated children enquire, it’ll be easy for them to try for themselves. Never quite the case when one’s knitting lace.
Oh, and the scarf of my previous post is long done, and ready to be despatched.
A gratuitous last picture from the palace:
Current reading: nominally, Our Man in Rome – the last few days have seen me get to bed, pick up my book, and fail to make head or tail of even a paragraph. That’s what I get for consorting with children.