Month: April 2014

Baronial Coronets: Bolster

After getting the sections of the coronet put together, I tried it on and found that it was just a little too big. This was about what I expected, and I was just glad that it hadn’t turned out too small. I attempted to incorporate some padding when I sewed the leather binding on the bottom edge, but that turned out to be too fiddly to accomplish. Instead, I left the leather band unpadded and built a padded bolster out of cotton quilt batting covered in blue linen.

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The bottom edge of the bolster is sewn around a piece of cotton rope, to form a shelf for the bottom edge of the coronet to sit on.

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It’s still a bit fiddly to get it on, since the bolster is not attached, but once in place it is very stable.

Baronial Coronets: Jewels

Traditionally, baronial coronets are decorated with pearls or other “spheroid” decoration.  I decided to modify a method I’d seen used to mount pearls on another coronet to add blue glass beads on ours. I started with the beads, some small brass tubing, and some head pins.

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I had intended to have the bead sit on top of the tubing, held in place by the pin, but as it turned out the tubing actually fit perfectly inside the hole in the bead.

IMG_0999The pin was still needed to keep the bead from slipping off, so I inserted the pin with a tiny bit of E6000 to keep it in place.

IMG_1001Rather than relying on my questionable soldering skills, I used more E6000 to mount each bead on the back side of the coronet points.

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Baronial Coronets: Mounts

I cast pewter mounts to decorate the center of each section: towers for the sides and back, and a rondel with the baronial arms for the front. Each mount was modeled in several stages in Sculpey, using Tandy quick rivets as a base.

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These were used to sand cast pewter copies, which were then cleaned and mounted to the brass sections.

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The field of the rondel on the front was painted using Testor’s gloss enamel paint.

For Adela’s coronet I wanted to reduce the weight as much as possible, so I made a thinner tower mount using a soapstone mold.

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I also made a new rondel using the same method:

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Baronial Coronets: Beginning

Recently the Baron and Baroness of South Downs announced they were planning to step down in the fall. Adela and I put our names in the running to succeed them, and we were the only ones to do so. While waiting for the actual polling and appointment to happen, I decided to take a statistically reasonable gamble and make us a pair of coronets.

The first thing I needed to do was figure out the design I wanted. Considering the tools and skills I had at my disposal, my first thought was to build them out of hinged sections. I like the look of flared coronets, so I needed to work out how to get the shape I wanted. I did some math and came up with an Excel spreadsheet that would do the calculations for me. Once I had the basic geometry of the sections worked out, I printed out a paper version to see how it would fit.

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I cut the sections out of 0.032″ brass that I found at Hobby Lobby (I ordered 0.025″ brass for Adela’s on Amazon). I quickly realized that my initial plan to make hinges on the ends of my sections was really going to be more trouble than it was worth. Instead, I changed gears and decided to connect the sections with small plates and brass rivets. The final design can be seen here.

Rather than try to make a rolled edge on the bottom of the coronet, I drilled a series of small holes along the bottom edge of each plate and sewed on a strip of pigskin.

Sections cut and drilled

Sections cut and drilled

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Brackets drilled and decorated

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Brackets cut to shape

Ballad: The Moon Above

I ventured forth one winter’s night
With my true ring of gold;
With warm thoughts of my fairest maid
I did not feel the cold.

The moon shines brightly from above
And lights my way to see,
That I might find my one true love
And take her off with me.

Her window was left open wide;
I saw a light within.
She stood above with some strange man
I knew was not her kin.

The moon slips through the clouds above
And hides her face from me;
She’s seen the heart of my true love
And knows this cannot be.

I see my lady kiss the man
And step then to the sill
To close the shutters tight against
The blowing winter chill.

The moon shines cold from high above
And feels so far from me,
Just like the hand of my true love
And what will never be.

Her hand upon the shutter’s latch,
My love saw me below;
She closed her eyes and shook her head
And let her sad tears flow.

The moon obeys the laws above
That tell her where to be;
She longs to greet the sun with love
But dawn says she must flee.

The shutter closed and darkness fell
And wrapped around my heart.
I turned and ran on winged feet,
So desperate to depart.

The moon is always up above
On land or on the sea.
She does not care if we find love
Or if our hearts agree.

I came up to the river’s edge
With nowhere left to go.
I hurled the ring away from me;
It splashed and sank below.

The moon is quiet high above
And watches silently
With no kind words to say of love
That cuts so cruelly.

The moon’s reflection broke apart
As ripples crossed its face;
I turned my eyes up heavenward
And saw it still in place.

The moon will always be above
As my maid’s heart will be;
Though she cannot express her love
She keeps it safe for me.

Ballad: Iron in her Hand

It was upon the list field, lads,
Where I first met my wife;
She smote me down and killed me dead,
Then kissed me back to life.

My lady likes her silver rings,
And gold she thinks is grand,
But what she loves above all things
Is iron in her hand.

Our wedding day was at the war,
Our vows upon the field.
The best man had an eight foot spear,
The priest a sword and shield.

My lady likes, &c.

She sets her rivets with her thumbs,
She gave up pain for Lent;
The only time she cries is when
Her armor gets a dent.

My lady likes, &c.

She spends an hour on her face
So it won’t show its age.
It takes some rouge and elbow grease
To shine that 14 gauge.

My lady likes, &c.

To court my love I gave her flowers,
A ring when we were wed,
But mine won’t be the hand to put
The crown upon her head.

My lady likes, &c.

Enjoy the lass who’ll raise a glass,
And sing and sew and dance.
Though I like skirts, I’ll always flirt
With girls in metal pants!

My lady likes, &c.

Rhyme Royal: Walking At Dusk

When I was young my heroes were like gods,
Without a flaw, unable to do wrong,
But slowly I learned things that were at odds
With what I had envisioned all along.
  The cracks showed in the walls I'd thought were strong,
  And shook my faith in all that I had known;
  Their feet were only clay, not solid stone.

There were those also whom I did despise,
Who friends and family taught me to deride,
Until I saw them through another's eyes
Or heard the tales told from the other side.
  My narrowed eyes were slowly opened wide,
  And as the years went marching by I learned
  To see the virtues of those I had spurned.

The simple way I saw things in my youth,
With dark and light split up like night and day,
Still tempts me with uncomplicated truth,
Though black and white are now all shades of gray.
  This twilight makes it hard to find my way,
  And now my feet go slow where once they flew,
  But age and wisdom make each step more true.

Triolet: The Royal Arms

Each time my Queen is on the field
The Royal arms are lifted high.
The ancient bloodline stands revealed
Each time my Queen is on the field.
She draws Her sword, she bears Her shield,
And goes forth, unafraid to die;
Each time my Queen is on the field
The Royal arms are lifted high!

Written in honor of HRM Sorcha Heronchaser of Meridies, and all other Queens who share the joy of the battlefield.