Hello Thistledown Gang, today (or rather two days ago, this took ridiculously long to upload) I’m trying a different kind of video format on my channel: A sit-down-and-talk kind of thing, but with crafting.
I hope you enjoy it, and I’d love to read about your resolutions and projects in the comments! ♥
The wombat is a joy, a triumph, a delight, a madness.
– D.G. Rossetti in a letter to his brother William, and probably one of my top 10 favourite quotes ever
Okay, maybe we don’t, so let’s start at this: Dante Gabriel Rossetti had a wombat.
The guy who painted this…
… had a wombat. And I’m infinitely jealous, because I want one, too. Back in the day when a certain political party was still votable and not just the bad joke it is nowadays they promised wombats to everyone. Yes, of course, I voted for them. My boyfriend gave me Diary of a Wombat for our anniversary a few years ago. Wombats are fantastic. But back to the Pre-Raphaelites and their wombats, because that’s a thing of beauty.
Rossetti acquired his first (allegedly there was a second about which I couldn’t find any more info on the web) wombat in 1869 after visiting the zoo regularly, especially, of course, the stoutest of marsupials. He even went to Paris to check up on the wombats there. Gabriel was definitely a fan. He had a growing menagerie anyways, so what better to top it off than a wombat?
There were […] two or more armadillos, rabbits, dormice and a racoon that hibernated in a chest of drawers. There were peacocks, parakeets, and kangaroos and wallabies, about which we know frustratingly little. There was a Canadian marmot or woodchuck, a Pomeranian puppy called Punch, an Irish deerhound called Wolf, a Japanese salamander and two laughing jackasses. We know the neighbours were tolerant up to a point but Thomas Carlyle, for one, was driven mad by the noise.
And I think my favourite thing about that wombat is that Rossetti named him after William f*cking Morris, a stout fellow and one of my favourite artists, socialists and dreamers.
His nickname among his friends was Topsy (how adorable is that for a perpetually grumpy looking, very bearded bloke who wants nothing more than bring upon the world a neo-Arthurian age?), and the animal was named Top. Rossetti was very, very much into Morris’ wife Jane at the time (it was mutual, one might add), by the way, which led to this picture:
Oh! How the family affections combat
Within this heart; and each hour flings a bomb at
My burning soul; neither from owl nor from bat
Can peace be gained, until I clasp my wombat!
– D.G. Rossetti in a letter to Jane Morris
Not so adorable is the fact that Top died mere months later (rumour has it that he ate a box of cigars or too many straw hats), but Gabriel wasn’t willing to let go and had him stuffed. Wombats made it not only under the murals at Oxford Union and onto a ton of sketches of the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood, but also onto the frontispiece of Gabriel’s sister’s Christina Rossetti’s Goblin Market:
I first encountered the whole story, by the way, via the cartoons of Raine Szramski, whose Pre-Raphernalia blog seems to be mostly abandoned now, sadly. If you are in any way interested in the PRB you should religiously read through her archive, though, and you can find her cartoons on the wombat here and here. It was also there that I found out about #wombatfriday ages ago, and apparently there is also a Wombat Trail and at some point a Wombat Girl Gang at Red House, Morris’ family home from 1860 to 1865.
So with this background of my favourite art history fun fact ever I think it’s only understandable that when I met this little fellow at the thrift shop this week I immediately knew I had to adopt him (he seems to be the same model species as the ones being sold out for adoption at Red House, too). Oh, and have I tried to be clever and sort of re-create this portrait of Jane Morris with the photograph above? Maybe.
Keeping in tradition with other pre-raph wombats to be named after someone from their circles I call him Morris – Morris was the original name-giver of Gabriel’s wombat, he is one of my favourites, and it’s my favourite car’s manufacturer, so there’s that.
And now I finally have a wombat of my own, just in case I might want to participate in #wombatfriday in the future, and of course to make me happy whenever I look at him. The wombat is, after all, a delight.
Further Reading: John Simons: Rossetti’s Wombat: Pre-Raphaelites and Australian Animals in Victorian London. London, 2008
Further Watching: Desperate Romantics (albeit without wombats, but with tons of “f*ckboy energy”, as my series soulmate calls it, courtesy of Dante Gabriel Rossetti), BBC 2009
Speaking of art history, I happened to stumble over L’Art du Crime on TV when I last visited family. Set in Paris it’s a series exploring murder cases connected to pieces of art, with a great deal of background info, a very lovely art historian character and the obligatory hardened detective really annoyed by his new job. I can’t wait for the next season to air in Germany!
Even though I got distracted early, MerMay is so much fun! I will definitely continue working off my prompt list even when May is over (and I’m already looking forward to MahouShouJune…)!
Our new Dehydrator. Or rather, Scoundrel’s Mum’s old one. After years of faithful service ours literally crumbled down to small bits of plastic but the outlaws happened to have one that they didn’t use. With all the veggies and fruit that I bring home from work every week we will definitely make good use of it, though, so now it lives at our place.
Throwing things out of my closet is so freeing. It’s also lovely to have my friends go through the pile and pick what they like, thus skipping the thrift store step and in my case inching towards a more ideal wardrobe.
Speaking of which, I’m really positively surprised by the designs that H&M puts out lately, there’s a lot of neo-Edwardian 80s inspiration going on, lots of lace and ruffles and broderie anglaise (I might have fallen for this one – Pinterest link for backup). I really hope it’ll become a trend, because as much as I love thrifting, sewing and being sustainable I admit that I do appreciate stuff that I like being available in high street stores.
I might have spent a weekend or two playing Beat Saber at Rusty’s place lately… If you haven’t heard about it yet: it’s a VR rhythm game, a great workout and kiiiind of addictive. I’m stuck in level 11 at the moment, but I’ll beat it eventually!
Exploring new Places. I’ve been to Hildesheim – mere 30 km or so from Hanover – for the first time last weekend and I’ve finally made it to one of the fascinating historical graveyards in our city. I’ve been thinking about exploration videos lately, just getting off the tram somewhere that looks interesting enough and see where it’ll take me. Let me know if you’d like that!
I love the Wildlife Paper Sculptures by Tiffany Miller Russel, especially the birds with their layers of feathers, they are such delicate work!
I started following Ann Street Studio (or rather Jamie Beck) on Instagram a while ago now and I absolutely love their work. The mother-daughter self portrait series is perfectly picturesque, and I’m a lover of all things romantic and provençal so I was smitten the first time I saw any of their photographs.
As always I’m not sponsored by any of the parties linked or mentioned. If I were I’d let you know!