Steph is an archivist with a B.A. in history from Gettysburg College (class of 2011; minored in Civil War Era studies) and an M.S. in library science from Pratt Institute (class of December 2014; archival studies focus). See her about page for tags! Founder of the Autistic Gaming Initiative. Space Italian. Runs purely on caffeine and guts.
Bockstensmanen, a medieval person who happened to die in a bog which preserved his clothes (and more), clothes like hella comfy??
Like seriously. Comfy and warm wool clothes!
(yes this are pictures of his actual outfit, not reconstructed clothing. They were very well preserved in all except colour. The bog gave everything that yellow shade, i suspect)
It goes around the entire body! So perhaps not quite a mantel but.
A got a little hood with a fashionedble long thingy at the end
Warm that too! There is no openings for wind or anything, so like. Just pull hood over head, get warm!
Warm socks! Gotta keep em feets warm (and just like in english, the swedish words for trousers, byxor, is in plural in its normal form, just because the medieval version of trousers consisted of two separate peices like here.
Somewhere, there should be something for hos upper legs but idk were that one is)
Anyway! I do think one can tell that keeping warm was an important part of the logic behind bockstensmannens clothing. Not odd that, when he lived in Scandinavia and all…
When we already at it, with listning his entire outfit. Here his this shoes
Reconstruction in how he might have looked like in life. The musuem points out, that his skull was very smashed when found, werehas it might be a bit so so with this dolls facial similiarity with bockstensmannen in life. And his hair colour we know not, the bog will colour most hair red with enough time.
But that hairstyle! That he really had! Bockstensmannen wore like Peak Fluffy Medieval Hair Fashion in life
The entire doll wearing bockstensmannens reconstructed clothing
One of my favorite things to do with Londinium is turn myths about Victorian people into gags.
Covering furniture legs up because they were legs? Didn’t happen, obviously, but it would make a great gag for a group of 19th century comedians to use to highlight the hypocrisy of a society that condemned sex and sexuality publicly but had all sorts of things going on privately.
Hiding explicit art behind curtains? It allegedly happened on occasion, although I’ve never found a source for it. However, it makes a hilarious story for someone to tell about one specific person doing it because they were so ashamed to have nudes hanging in their home, and Basil indeed practically murders Dustin with said story at one point.
Sexually repressed? Oh, no, definitely not. Not these people. The only reason we think so is because the moral crusaders’ papers survived and a lot of the copious porn didn’t. And whilst I’m at it, the Victorians did, in fact, know what lesbians were.
As for the not smiling thing? This is a story about comedians. They’ve got that covered.
An addendum to my last post: if you want to compliment me, telling me that you think I’m pretty isn’t the way to go. If you’re really interested in winning me over, you’d compliment the one thing about me that I really put a lot of effort into and have worked hard at for most of my life, and you’d also know what that is because you’d have been paying attention to me and not what I look like.
Frustrating things: I shared a post I made on Facebook in 2011 talking about how I was intimidated by talking to men my own age:
I wrote a nice little thing on my personal growth and how I’m a much more confident person these days because I’ve been working through my trauma from my younger years:
At least one man on my friends list took this as an invitation to tell me he’s found me attractive for several years, and I’m pretty sure another one who is my kid brother’s age indicated some sort of vague interest.
This post was not an invitation. This post was about how much I’ve grown since I was a scared almost-22-year-old who was dealing with an emotionally abusive friendship that was dragging her down and the scars from her childhood bullies. It doesn’t work the way it does in the movies, where the girl vents all her trauma and the guy who’s been burning a torch for all these years tells her he likes her and it all just magically works out. It’s not the right time, especially when you don’t talk much to begin with.
I know people are going to reply to this with, “Well, why did you post about how you’ve had trouble romantically if you don’t want men crawling out of the woodwork?” Because the post wasn’t really about that at all. It was about a young girl growing up into a 30-year-old woman and learning to accept and fight through her fears and past traumas. Just because a major trauma in my life happens to be childhood bullying that makes it difficult for me to believe men could romantically love me doesn’t mean you should take that as an invitation to hit on me, especially when it clearly states in the post in question that I’m STILL UNCOMFORTABLE BUT I’M WORKING ON IT.
People: don’t do this. Just don’t. It’s not romantic in the slightest and it’s actually much more likely to make the person you like really uncomfortable and put them on the spot instead.
I’m convinced that most successful male comedy double acts are successful solely because they are (more than) a bit in love with each other, and keep upping the ante of ridiculousness trying to make the other feel affection for them through laughter. Clearly, this is an industry of repression. Break free, lads!
Reason no. 412 why I shouldn’t be left alone with craft materials, especially after listening to Lord of the Rings music and watching Monty Python sketches. I’m not entirely sure why I made this, but it amuses me greatly!
