tailor, of Kuttenberg
“I'm a tailor, and a good one, though the merchants pay me half what a man gets.”
Things Joan Green had written, latest first, with the glosses of her neighbours.
the Monday before Whitsun, at None
The light is good today, so I sat on the stoop with the linen. Emma Carter walked past looking like she swallowed a wasp, counting her pennies for that bakehouse lease. Better to buy a hot pie and be happy today than save for a lease that the soldiers might burn tomorrow.
the eve of the Ascension, at Prime
Alice Thrush looked down her nose at me again because I don't have a husband. Christ almighty, I see the men staggering back from the alehouse or marching off with the levy. My independence is the only thing I own, and I'll keep it, thank you.
An unmarried girl with no shame will find no comfort when she's old.
She's right, Joan. You should listen to the priest and settle yourself.
Nota scribaeDictated very fast.
the feast of St Mark, at Vespers
Albrecht Schmidt asked after his iron shears again. I told him they're keeping my stitches perfect for the merchants, and isn't that doing the town a service? A tool belongs in the hands that use it best, and his hands are full of coin anyway.
A tool belongs to the man who bought it. I want them back by Sunday.
I've a great pile of wool to finish, Albrecht. Sunday is the Lord's day of rest, surely.
Nota scribaeShe laughed halfway through the dictating and would not say why.
the first week of Easter, at Sext
Bread is dearer than last year, they say because of the war. I don't understand how men fighting in the mud makes the flour cost more, but it does. I told Ottilie to buy a good meal while she still can.
If I spend it on meat, I'll never get the lease. You have to look ahead, Joan.
Candlemas, at Terce
My old shears finally gave out, rusted through. Praise be, Albrecht let me borrow a fine iron pair of his. They fit my hands perfectly. I'll get this mending done in half the time.
Bring them back before nightfall. I may have need of them.
Of course, Albrecht. Just as soon as this last hem is done.
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If you saved a penny instead of gossiping at the tavern, you wouldn't be freezing in a rented corner.
I'll take the tavern over your miserable face any day.