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Work, play, work, sleep
Jul. 12th, 2005 05:32 amHmmm…. Last update – 10 days ago. I’m not taking folks back that far. Heck, I don’t think I can remember back that far.
Friday was a long day but a nice one. Got a few hours of sleep and promised myself a few more. I packed pre-event stuff (our baronial b’day was Saturday) and did house-maintenance stuff, then got ready for an afternoon nap only to have Arn call and ask me if I’d like to visit the event site and see how the fighting field looked… the autocrat was incommunicado last week. So I postponed the nap to got traveling with my man. Saw the site. The hall was beautiful but the yard was postage-stamp sized. Never trust a non-fighting second-time autocrat to judge fighting field needs. They’ve got too much to think about! The kitchen, however, was grand.
Anyway, so we stopped on the way home at Fabric Hut to see Shilo, a friend who works there and wasn’t going to be able to attend the event the next day, then we visited various stores to buy various needed things for the baronial this n’that’s and finally made it home by 7:30. I made dinner and and then laid down for that nap. I think I might have gotten 15 minutes of sleep before the phone rang and a friend we’d not seen in 10 years informed me he was in a rental car circling VaBeach and trying to find our house by memory. So back up I got. 2 hours later, he was gone (GREAT visit!), Arn was asleep in his recliner, and I was doing last-minute packing. Then I tried for yet another nap – no go. Too wound up. So I gave up, packed the truck with some folding chairs and my projects and was outside of Fabric Hut by 1:30am. There were actually 5 people in front of me in line. "Huh?" you ask? WHY were we outside of a closed fabric store in the middle of the night? Because once a year they have a sale and anyone there at door opening time (6am) gets 50% off of every single item in the store – fabric, notions, equipment, trim – everything. And since a SCAdian works at the store, you can bet that the linen department is one we love (it was before, it’s just slightly more loveable now). I embroidered and chatted with my line-mates for about 4 hours and then Rhiannon showed up – with her inkle loom! She taught me how to weave while we waited. Izzy soon followed, as did a bunch o’folks from our barony and at least one sweetie from Tir-Y-Don.
The doors opened and we rushed the linen/wool/silk area. I got off lightly this year but boy, my friends didn’t. Not that we regret the purchasing. It is along the lines of G Street having the same sort of sale – you’ve got to love a store that carries genuine Chantilly Lace. Even if I’ll never buy any (at $400 a yard, you BET I’ll never buy any!)
I drove home and found Arn just waking up. He packed the truck while I took a much needed shower… 6 hours in the humidity and heat and then power shopping was a sweaty job for me. Or maybe it is pre-menopause. I don’t know but that was the first time since junior high that I felt like some lathering racehorse. Whoa.
Made it to the event and had a nice time hanging with folks… Izzy kept me grinning and I loved having a chance to visit with Margret – I don’t see her enough. We had permission to use the Sanctuary for the bardic competition and its acoustics were fabulous. Some of us took occasional breaks to sneak in during the morning and sing something just to hear it echo back. Wow. By late afternoon it was desperately hot in there and not as nice to visit but the competition went well and I was happy to turn over the “Titled Bard” regalia to Rabah and Varen. And of course, by then, I was fading badly. I’d been up for 32 hours at that point. After that I vaguely remember court and feast. Our cook was someone who’d only done one other feast and that in Caid. We have no future worries about her! It was tasty, hot (when it should be), and on time even though the kitchen clock was discovered to be one that lost time thorugh the day and by 6, it was showing 4:30… which is when the descrepency was discovered. There’s no way I could have pulled the feast out on time but she did. Pretty impressive. After good (and too filling) food, I just folded and laid down in the front seat of the truck with a pillow… Arn woke me up at 10 when we drove home and I flaked again. Since then, I’ve been cleaning and repacking event stuff while washing all my lovely, lovely new linen. (Didn’t buy wool. I have three lengths left over from last year’s sale so didn’t allow myself to look at it.)
And now I’m washing yet more fabric. This entry is during my break from embroidering a new apron dress for Pennsic – got to get it done so I can get a few more gowns made. Fast.
Friday was a long day but a nice one. Got a few hours of sleep and promised myself a few more. I packed pre-event stuff (our baronial b’day was Saturday) and did house-maintenance stuff, then got ready for an afternoon nap only to have Arn call and ask me if I’d like to visit the event site and see how the fighting field looked… the autocrat was incommunicado last week. So I postponed the nap to got traveling with my man. Saw the site. The hall was beautiful but the yard was postage-stamp sized. Never trust a non-fighting second-time autocrat to judge fighting field needs. They’ve got too much to think about! The kitchen, however, was grand.
Anyway, so we stopped on the way home at Fabric Hut to see Shilo, a friend who works there and wasn’t going to be able to attend the event the next day, then we visited various stores to buy various needed things for the baronial this n’that’s and finally made it home by 7:30. I made dinner and and then laid down for that nap. I think I might have gotten 15 minutes of sleep before the phone rang and a friend we’d not seen in 10 years informed me he was in a rental car circling VaBeach and trying to find our house by memory. So back up I got. 2 hours later, he was gone (GREAT visit!), Arn was asleep in his recliner, and I was doing last-minute packing. Then I tried for yet another nap – no go. Too wound up. So I gave up, packed the truck with some folding chairs and my projects and was outside of Fabric Hut by 1:30am. There were actually 5 people in front of me in line. "Huh?" you ask? WHY were we outside of a closed fabric store in the middle of the night? Because once a year they have a sale and anyone there at door opening time (6am) gets 50% off of every single item in the store – fabric, notions, equipment, trim – everything. And since a SCAdian works at the store, you can bet that the linen department is one we love (it was before, it’s just slightly more loveable now). I embroidered and chatted with my line-mates for about 4 hours and then Rhiannon showed up – with her inkle loom! She taught me how to weave while we waited. Izzy soon followed, as did a bunch o’folks from our barony and at least one sweetie from Tir-Y-Don.
The doors opened and we rushed the linen/wool/silk area. I got off lightly this year but boy, my friends didn’t. Not that we regret the purchasing. It is along the lines of G Street having the same sort of sale – you’ve got to love a store that carries genuine Chantilly Lace. Even if I’ll never buy any (at $400 a yard, you BET I’ll never buy any!)
I drove home and found Arn just waking up. He packed the truck while I took a much needed shower… 6 hours in the humidity and heat and then power shopping was a sweaty job for me. Or maybe it is pre-menopause. I don’t know but that was the first time since junior high that I felt like some lathering racehorse. Whoa.
Made it to the event and had a nice time hanging with folks… Izzy kept me grinning and I loved having a chance to visit with Margret – I don’t see her enough. We had permission to use the Sanctuary for the bardic competition and its acoustics were fabulous. Some of us took occasional breaks to sneak in during the morning and sing something just to hear it echo back. Wow. By late afternoon it was desperately hot in there and not as nice to visit but the competition went well and I was happy to turn over the “Titled Bard” regalia to Rabah and Varen. And of course, by then, I was fading badly. I’d been up for 32 hours at that point. After that I vaguely remember court and feast. Our cook was someone who’d only done one other feast and that in Caid. We have no future worries about her! It was tasty, hot (when it should be), and on time even though the kitchen clock was discovered to be one that lost time thorugh the day and by 6, it was showing 4:30… which is when the descrepency was discovered. There’s no way I could have pulled the feast out on time but she did. Pretty impressive. After good (and too filling) food, I just folded and laid down in the front seat of the truck with a pillow… Arn woke me up at 10 when we drove home and I flaked again. Since then, I’ve been cleaning and repacking event stuff while washing all my lovely, lovely new linen. (Didn’t buy wool. I have three lengths left over from last year’s sale so didn’t allow myself to look at it.)
And now I’m washing yet more fabric. This entry is during my break from embroidering a new apron dress for Pennsic – got to get it done so I can get a few more gowns made. Fast.
