Riding and stormy weather

We had an interesting weekend my family and I. We went to Falköping by train on friday, arrived around noon, and were picked up by my aunt and uncle and by my cousin's son. As soon as we got to Annelie it started raining. Vendela and Valeria still wanted to ride however so they went outside and we watched TV. They used to have hundreds of channels, but since she and her boyfriend (seems like a funny word for someone you've been living with for 15 years and have a child with, but they never were married) split up earlier this autumn (he was abusive and she should have split with him years ago, or better still; never gotten involved with him) she wan't interested in paying for that so now she only has four of the most common channels + a few odd free satellite channels. The latter includes Music box, a slovakian music channel (not to be confused with the original, british Music Box from the 80s). It was much like MTV used to be, i.e. they were playing music all the time and not having silly shows. The music was a mix of the international artists you see on MTV and slovakian and other central/east european artists and this made it so much funnier to watch. I have now seen more than one slovakian rap video, how many of you can say that? The music was just as bad as rap is (yes, I don't like rap music), but it was rather funny to hear it in slovakian and see how the videos tried to look like american rap videos.
Everybody except Rickard went to bed early, around nine. He stayed up and watched Gladiator which was on TV and none of us has seen. He said it was a typical "guy movie" and that the story was totally illogical so I don't feel that I have missed something.
( riding stuff )

After we got back it started raining more and it got windier and windier. On the news they said that a storm was coming and that it would be the worst for at least six years.
( power loss and stormy night )

We woke up to a bright and a little colder day with much less wind so it was really nice riding weather. The trains weren't running because trees had fallen over the tracks all over south Sweden so my uncle had to drive us all the way to Göteborg (at least 140 kilometres). We saw lots of trees that had fallen and a roof that had blown off a building, but the road were cleared. When we came home we saw that a piece of the wall (the outer layer, not the whole wall) on the local shop had been torn away so we could see the isolation material inside. Apparently the center of Göteborg had been flooded and the huge windows at Universeum,a museum close to where I live had broken. But we missed that.

And now I have wasted half an hour when I really should be working.

The victorian conspiracy

Now denverfabrics have joined the conspiracy to make me sew victorian clothes. Look at this lovely wool! I would look so pretty in it! I love it, I want it!
It's getting harder and harder to resist.

Other conspirators in this devious scheme are pinkdiamond, sarahbellem and jenthompson. You are true temptresses, but I will not succumb to your temptations!

Burning fabric

A burn test on some slightly slubby silk-look fabric I've had for a decade (the remnants of the skirt of my first 16th century dress) that was bought as a set of curtains at a thrift store turned out to be not polyester as I had feared, but rayon.
Very happy! I'm thinking about using it for a c. 1850 corset.

Yes. I am seriously contemplating joining the dark side. Or something like that. I have no spiritual strength.