Now this is the technology I feel most comfortable with – the glorious make-do-and-mend in which quite humdrum objects are cunningly combined and formed into wondrous contrivances (in time-honoured steampunk style, I feel).
Take Penelope here: Like all the characters at the Steampunk Dolls’ House, she began life as a rather dull, soberly dressed figure. (Just imagine how complex the manoeuvres with our time machine were, to enable us to bring you this ‘before and after’ picture.)
After much padding, cutting and stitching, she cuts a fine figure, I’m sure you’ll agree.
As for contrivance, well don’t let her know that I’ve shared this information with you – heaven knows what she’d say – but the stick of her parasol was fashioned from a cotton bud stick, covered in copper tape (sold to gardeners as a slug repellent). The shade itself was moulded over the cap of a roll-on deodorant – lace and garden wire struts stiffened with PVA glue, before being covered and trimmed with fabric and lace. A few beads were added top and bottom, and her accessory was complete.
I am far less comfortable with the technology involved in social media, and it was not without considerable difficulty that I endeavoured to produce a Facebook page to showcase the items featured in Steampunk – Shrunk.If I have achieved my goal, followers of that page should be alerted to the publication of this post … and by visiting this link: https://www.facebook.com/steampunkle/ you should be able to visit, like and follow that page.
I trust that you will make that journey smoothly, and not become irretrievably lost in some etheric time warp.
“Would you care to take some tea, Mr Fotherscue?” asked Alice, sweetly.
“Tea?” Henry remarked abruptly, as if being jolted back from more portentous considerations. “Oh yes, if you wish.”
“Darjeeling or Earl Grey?” she persisted.
“Uh, the second one,” he responded as he unstrapped the heavy contraption from his back, placed it carefully on the floor and slumped into the richly upholstered chair she indicated.
Delicately – Alice performed every act with delicacy – she poured the beverage and handed him his cup.
“Uncle Ambrose will be here shortly,” she smiled. “He had a few errands to run.”
“Right you are,” said Henry. Then he stopped and looked at Alice with a degree of interest which had hitherto been lacking. “So you are Ambrose’s niece? Do you live with him here?”
“I lost all I had, including my parents, in the Resplendian Uprising when I was just fourteen. Uncle Ambrose was kind enough to take me in. I act as his housekeeper, and his workshop assistant, when required.”
She didn’t add that this service had only been required on a single occasion, and then only for approximately six minutes, when her uncle had needed someone to turn a wheel while he checked a mechanism from beneath. Normally he allowed no one near his workshop – not even to dust.
Henry
Henry Fotherscue looked duly impressed.
“You are indeed fortunate to live with such a brilliant inventor. Are you, then, familiar with this device?”
“It’s the Temporal Transformer,” Alice replied, in as casual a tone as she could manage. As luck would have it, she had been eavesdropping from the drawing room on the day Henry had first collected it from her uncle, and had overheard a good part of their conversation.
Henry nodded. “It’s been playing up,” he stated. “I think maybe the elephant was a mistake – in more ways than one.”
“Elephant?” Alice enquired, with a slight gasp.
“Hmm. Ambrose warned me not to attempt a transformation with anything too large. But, I mean to say, how large is large? I’d avoided bridges, airships, buildings and so forth, but the locomotive had worked just fine. You should have seen the people’s faces when it appeared in the middle of a market in 1542! The elephant, though – well – not so easy to control.”
“I’m sure,” murmured Alice, weakly. “So – forgive my ignorance, Mr Fotherscue – but when you make a temporal transformation, do you then travel with the object?”
“Well obviously,” Henry replied. “How else could I bring them back?”
“Oh yes, I see,” lied Alice, flushing slightly. “More tea?”
“Perhaps,” he said, absentmindedly. “The thing with an elephant is, you can’t tell what it’s going to do from one moment to the next. Not at all like a machine. And the transformer hasn’t been the same since. I do hope Ambrose can fix it.”
‘So do I,’ thought Alice, grimly. She wouldn’t have wanted to be in young Henry’s shoes if her uncle’s prize invention had been ruined.
If you would like to become better acquainted with Henry and the Temporal Transformer, they are on view at the Steampunk Dolls House Shop.
Allow me to introduce myself – Miss Delores Mayfeather.
Well, appearance is everything, wouldn’t you agree? It’s the details that matter and I should never permit myself to be seen in public without looking my best.
I understand from my eccentric but knowledgeable friend Professor Erazmus that in another dimension it is all the rage to produce ‘selfies’ – images of oneself contained in a small glass device. Imagine being able to photograph oneself, whenever one pleases! I feel I should fit well into that culture. Nevertheless, in mine, I must content myself with ‘sitting’ (although I was compelled to stand, which was most fatiguing) for a photographer named Miss Podmore at her studio in Lexden Gardens.
I was delighted to discover a female photographer – such a pleasant change from those rough-spoken men – and this lady was both polite and a master of her craft.
She showed me a range of canvas backgrounds – ‘drops’, she called them – and allowed me to select a few. Naturally, I selected images of cogwheels and machinery, the better to display my mechanical arms.
Had you not noticed them? They are most cunningly designed to augment my natural muscles and to allow me to utilise super-human strength – an ability most necessary for a young lady when walking in the streets of London these days, in my opinion.
Miss Podmore was kind enough to say that I made a most agreeable subject. She even asked my permission to display a copy of my photograph in her studio. Naturally, I agreed.
I shall definitely use her services again.
Should you wish to view or purchase a miniature copy of my portrait, simply click here.
Two of the gentlemen from our collection – Alex, the young adventurer whom regular readers last met on an airship journey (here, for anyone who missed it) and James, a debonair gentleman carrying a telescope and sporting a very unusual monocle – are about to embark on a new adventure.
They are leaving our Shropshire stock room, to begin a perilous journey via the postal service, to their new home.
We hope they won’t find the journey too traumatic (What am I saying? These gents live for adventure!) and that they will be thoroughly appreciated by their new custodian.
Meanwhile, new stock will be arriving any day in the shop, as we branch out to include a wider range of items and prices to suit every pocket.
Alex and James are unique, one-off creations and won’t be replaced, but there are plenty of other characters there and new ones will arrive in due course. If you’d like to visit the shop, please click this link. Our range can also be seen here at Steampunk Junkies.