The Ladies Solar
The Ladies Solar
)What, you may ask, is a ladies solar? (Go ahead, ask. . . you knew you wanted to. ) Well, let me tell you. The solar is that room in the castle where the women sat around all day weaving tapestries, embroidering tunics and knitting underwear for their menfolk (who promptly go out and get 'em all ripped up and bled on, or rust-stained on the tournament grounds because they never polish the rust off or fix the dings and nicks in that damned armor and what the heck are all those frelling squires hanging around for anyway, drinking up all the best mead, buncha sissy boys who oughta drink ale, now there's a real man's drink, so put 'em to work I sez and make 'em polish all that chain mail or give 'em over to me and I'll have that dungeon spotless in no time. . . .) Sorry. Where was I? Oh yes, the solar is for the ladies to sit and do lady-like things such as sewing, and perhaps learning to play music (yeah, with that cute dark-eyed Italian troubadour) and of course to chat (read: gossip). Like ya do. About womanly things: about burping babies, and what the latest fashions are in Aquitaine, and who took his leman along on that last crusade, and what Lady Popsie has been up to lately, and all that other delightful character-assassination stuff.
|
|
Just for form's sake here are a few links on that sewing stuff:
Even though I know you'd rather read my blog |
||||||||
|
But here's what we ladies really do. . .We ask questions and find the answers!Why did the Chicken cross the road?And how do You use Magic? |
