Some years ago, the idea was briefly floated that Storvik's Order of the Owl (and possibly the other Orders? Are they Orders? Is that word reserved for polling orders? Anyway...) should have an identifying piece of garb. Cloaks were suggested, since they're worn pretty universally. Specify a color, cut a cloak suitable for your persona, maybe toss an owl on it, and we're good to go. I liked the idea, so I made a triangular poncho-cloaky thing out of navy fulled wool. At some point, I ran across novelty owl necklaces at Target, and sewed the pendants from two onto the shoulders. "Inspired by" the Sutton Hoo shoulder clasps (which were probably on armor but hey look, owls!)
And so it's been left for several years. Unpacking from Battle on the Bay, I noticed that the edges of the trusty cloak were fraying. "Self," I said, "it is time to slap a hem stitch around this thing."
So I did, in white wool yarn.
- It's really an SCA vanity thing, isn't it? It's not like we usually hem our normal clothes in high contrast. But LOOK I DID HAND STITCHING.
- I continue to be surprised at how much I enjoy hand stitching. This had the right combination of making progress, being useful, and being simple.
- I am so glad I did this before I tried to use these yarns for weaving. They are totally unsuitable (for warp thread, anyway).
I had so much fun, and since the hem stitches reminded me of little runes, I thought that maybe I could embroider something in runes down the front or along the hem. Would this be egregious ahistorical, and did I care?
To my surprise, there's a hand-wave available! Twelfth and thirteenth century leather shoes, embroidered (in Old Norse and in Latin) using a runic alphabet, were found in Berggen, Norway. As the article itself points out, this is hardly evidence for runes being slapped on any and all garments. But they were certainly slapped on a variety of other objects. And for something that's for my personal use, and not a competition or anything, I think that's close enough.
Now to pick one or more mottos...
"Question me with wise words. Do not let your spirit be hidden, what you know remain the deepest secret. I do not wish to tell my secret to you if you hide your spirit-strength and your heart-thoughts from me. Wise men should exchange sayings." from Maxims I, trans. Michael Drout.
"Wise words are fitting for everybody. To the singer the song and to the man wisdom. As many as there are men on earth, so are there thoughts, each has his special ones. The man longs less who knows many songs, or knows how to play the harp with hands, has a gift for music which God gave to him." -- more from Maxims I. Maybe just that last sentence?
"Whoever loves discipline loves knowledge,
but whoever hates correction is stupid." -- Proverbs 12:1
"Gracious words are a honeycomb,
sweet to the soul and healing to the bones." -- Proverbs 16:24
"To answer before listening—
that is folly and shame." Proverbs 18:13
"The heart of the discerning acquires knowledge,
for the ears of the wise seek it out." Proverbs 18:15
"The words of a talebearer are as dainty morsels,
and they go down into the innermost parts of the belly." Proverbs 18:8 - I thought this one was great, but alternate translations seem to slant "talebearer" as "gossip," which puts an entirely different spin on this.
"One is a poet gifted with songs. One is ready of speech... One may play the harp with his hands; he has cleverness upon the glee- board... There is not now any man on earth that is so crafty-minded, nor is there anyone so strengthened, that all these things become accomplished alone by him." - from The Gifts of Men, trans. Michael Drout
"One shall amuse men in the hall, cheer them at beer, the bench-sitters will be drinkers — there will be great joy. One shall sit at his lord’s feet with the harp, he will always receive his fee, and always keenly wrest the strings, let the nail pick the strings to ring sweetly, their voices leap forth with great desire." -- from The Fortunes of Men, trans. Michael Drout.
I really do like the Gifts and Fortunes; they're good reminders that everyone is on their own paths, and one person doesn't have to try to do it all (ahem).
"And so I can sing and tell a tale,
declare to the company in the mead-hall
how noble rulers rewarded me with gifts...
her fame extended through many lands
when I used my song to spread the word
of where under the heavens I knew a queen,
adorned with gold, most generous of all.
he who wins fame
has lasting glory under the heavens." -- from Widsith, unknown translation