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ambitious_wenchIt's gorgeous out right now. Warm, crickets chirping, a slight cool breeze. Why didn't this happen yesterday? Weekend report on KRF: For the second time in three years, The Evil Bitch From Hell canceled the faire. That's right, you heard me, The grand heartless one actually took pity on her lawyer and canceled faire. It sure as hell wasn't pity on us. The fact that the tiltyard was under water, including the area around the trap (between the safety ropes and the fence that defines the tiltyard) prolly was a fine reason to do so. Can't have the patrons suing for damages due to a slip in the mud, can we?
Found out something interesting--seems the trap was put up when a horse stumbled, fell and slid under the fence into the audience several years ago. Now they have apprentices walking the trap telling the patrons to keep back from the ropes. Gods help them if they are in the way if another horse does the summer-time slip-and-slide under the fence again.
Why is everything at faire re-active instead of pro-active?
Short answer: The almighty dollar.
*sigh*
Anyway, Saturday was a wash. Josh and Katey canceled brawl, chess match. The jousters weren't going to take their horses out in the mud, and had set up a large canvas cloth where they would have done hand-to-hand combat if she had opened. Richard Webber was refusing to issue costumes. I was refusing to get into my costume--I'd spent a good bit of time trying to clean it, and really didn't want to have to clean it again of mud. So I put on my bathrobe, slippers, grabbed a bar of soap, pinned my tartan to my shoulder and made as if Lady Gytha was about to take her yearly bath. "Once a year, whetherrr Ah need i' or nae". They were all laughing! *BEAM*
It still took to gate -30 minutes for Bonnie to decide against opening.
So a bunch of us headed over to Nina's--and Chris ante'd up enough money for one hell of a kick ass lamb dinner--leg of lamb with garlic, roasted red bliss potatoes with rosemary and garlic, string beans and italian dressing, and for dessert, Marsala Pears.
Made by yours truly.
*bashfull blush*
It was well received. Complete with protestation of undying love, and offers to have my baby. *noddle*
No, really.
Sunday was odd. Very weird energy all day. I got hit between the eyes at 11:00 with the worlds worst migraine. I had to go to the pole barn and crash on the filthy sofa under my black wool cloak, as much for warmth as darkness. I don't remember who helped me--Jen Aites, I think, someone took pity on me and undid my hair for me, and I had help getting out of my bodice and skirt. If you kind souls are reading this, I thank you for your kindness.
I was able to make it to mini-pub sing at 3, and finish up the day. Gary did what he warned some of us about: Gave a good ass-chewing to mini-pub for not being at rehearsals. I hate being there for that. I really do.
I just got through cleaning out my car--a mighty task if I say so myself. I had left my tent and air mattress in the trunk because it was too bloody cold and I was in a hurry to get to faire weekend before last--that, and both of them really needed to dry out and be brushed off before I put them away for the winter. That's done now.
Now I really need to clean off the dining room table and make the sleeves for my bodice. But I also need to take apart the first bodice I made and recut it to fit me. I've lost more weight it seems, and so I should just redo the first bodice to fit me from ground up.
On second thought, and after examining the first bodice, it would be a waste of time. The material will pull too much, and it would be worse than starting fresh with more of the same material. *sigh*
As for the bodice I am wearing now, no, no bust-spillage to speak of, actually. Less chance to spill out of a half-filled goblet!
Eventually I want to have my picture taken with a lanner hawk on my arm.
Pictures will be forthcoming, honest!
Found out something interesting--seems the trap was put up when a horse stumbled, fell and slid under the fence into the audience several years ago. Now they have apprentices walking the trap telling the patrons to keep back from the ropes. Gods help them if they are in the way if another horse does the summer-time slip-and-slide under the fence again.
Why is everything at faire re-active instead of pro-active?
Short answer: The almighty dollar.
*sigh*
Anyway, Saturday was a wash. Josh and Katey canceled brawl, chess match. The jousters weren't going to take their horses out in the mud, and had set up a large canvas cloth where they would have done hand-to-hand combat if she had opened. Richard Webber was refusing to issue costumes. I was refusing to get into my costume--I'd spent a good bit of time trying to clean it, and really didn't want to have to clean it again of mud. So I put on my bathrobe, slippers, grabbed a bar of soap, pinned my tartan to my shoulder and made as if Lady Gytha was about to take her yearly bath. "Once a year, whetherrr Ah need i' or nae". They were all laughing! *BEAM*
It still took to gate -30 minutes for Bonnie to decide against opening.
So a bunch of us headed over to Nina's--and Chris ante'd up enough money for one hell of a kick ass lamb dinner--leg of lamb with garlic, roasted red bliss potatoes with rosemary and garlic, string beans and italian dressing, and for dessert, Marsala Pears.
Made by yours truly.
*bashfull blush*
It was well received. Complete with protestation of undying love, and offers to have my baby. *noddle*
No, really.
Sunday was odd. Very weird energy all day. I got hit between the eyes at 11:00 with the worlds worst migraine. I had to go to the pole barn and crash on the filthy sofa under my black wool cloak, as much for warmth as darkness. I don't remember who helped me--Jen Aites, I think, someone took pity on me and undid my hair for me, and I had help getting out of my bodice and skirt. If you kind souls are reading this, I thank you for your kindness.
I was able to make it to mini-pub sing at 3, and finish up the day. Gary did what he warned some of us about: Gave a good ass-chewing to mini-pub for not being at rehearsals. I hate being there for that. I really do.
I just got through cleaning out my car--a mighty task if I say so myself. I had left my tent and air mattress in the trunk because it was too bloody cold and I was in a hurry to get to faire weekend before last--that, and both of them really needed to dry out and be brushed off before I put them away for the winter. That's done now.
Now I really need to clean off the dining room table and make the sleeves for my bodice. But I also need to take apart the first bodice I made and recut it to fit me. I've lost more weight it seems, and so I should just redo the first bodice to fit me from ground up.
On second thought, and after examining the first bodice, it would be a waste of time. The material will pull too much, and it would be worse than starting fresh with more of the same material. *sigh*
As for the bodice I am wearing now, no, no bust-spillage to speak of, actually. Less chance to spill out of a half-filled goblet!
Eventually I want to have my picture taken with a lanner hawk on my arm.
Pictures will be forthcoming, honest!
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Date: 2004-09-20 10:47 am (UTC)Glad to hear that you're feeling better as well, love! And thank you again for force-feeding me yesterday! It was a wonderful sammich! :)
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Date: 2004-09-20 10:55 am (UTC)I really enjoy eating there. Oh, have you tried D's Omlettes, right behind that deli? They make the BEST hash brown potatoes in Mass. And they have KILLER breakfast sausages. And they make REALLY good fried eggs, too.
Coffee isn't the best, but it could be WAY worse.
Between D's and the deli, I am a happy and well fed camper. *noddle*
E.
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Date: 2004-09-21 01:48 pm (UTC)I find it rather odd that I've become an expert on bodices, and I've only made one! Hee!
Edie
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Date: 2004-09-21 04:04 pm (UTC)And lacings?
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Date: 2004-09-21 04:25 pm (UTC)*noddle*
Edie
Bodice maven and professional lacer.
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Date: 2004-09-20 03:40 pm (UTC)Except today it was a bit.