Actually she is involved. My first one was a reject and I had to throw her back but this one is a Keeper. We met at the firing range where our two groups once met for some friendly ML shooting. Some 15 years ago when we met I was one of those nefarious "Stitch Counters" and still pretty much am. She just don't fully understand some of the lengths I go to to experiance the 'old ways' to their fullest. Biting her nails to the nubs as she has watched me Indigo dye and Black walnut dye, etc all in our apartment...worrying that once slip and we lose our deposit...but the whole time she has come to like the smell of Stockholm tar, smoked hide, and the flavor of wild beasties.
I think her 'apprehensions' of my extreme to find the right materials, colors, buckles, and buttons has now become more of a 'fascination'.
When we met she was a Civil War camp cook and mail carrier and I was a filthy buccaneer. Since we joined we have done all from 1600 to Civil War and Victorian together and these last few years we have taken to mountain man together.
and miss out on a lot of fun.
