Found the Wall

I've hit the sewing wall. I have only a few more items to make, all of them "give away" and I'm going s-l-o-w as molassas. I work on a tunic, then do something else, then do some other thing, then finally come back and work on another tunic. Since these are just boring ole 'early period' ones, there isn't much work involved, but still... I'm slowing down. I just sorted through the piles of fabric left and put a bunch away. That lifted my spirits. I don't need more cut out so I'll save that fabric for some other time. I did make two new "pennsic" tunics for me - one I like, a lot, which amuses me because it's so totally 'not period' in that there are no gussets for the sleeves and the fabric is a cotton/linen blend... but I found some neat striped fabric that could be cut into trim and used it (it looks like it's been done by cardweaving, but very fine) and, well, the tunic just looks nice. One of those 'contented feeling, everything came together' sort of nice, which even got Arni as he was walking by. "Wow. That tunic better be for you! It looks really great... I like the trim."

So I guess I'll be keeping that one. The other one is a red/black 'something sort of Slavic/Rus' that will do for Khan's Court... *sigh* I wish I could succeed at a Del. This will do. Arn liked it. I don't. It's nice enough that I can look forward to giving it to one of my Brothers when I finally manage to get something that is well-made and looks nice on me. (The Del that I bought from Cip, while well-made indeed, does not look nice. Unfortunately. The cut is just odd enough that I squirm in it, so I gave it to Arn, who looks great in it. Guess the bumpy-bits didn't get along with that across-the-shoulder neck opening. Cip took my measurements for another one. The trick will be being able to afford it after that emergency run to Florida ate all our spending money. We'll see. Maybe he hasn't had time to start mine yet since the Fighters need theirs first... I can afford it in a few weeks, 'though that would be after Pennsic, more's the pity.)

gravy. I'm tired and nattering. It's time for bed. Bet you don't read this until morning! (It's 4:36. The rest of you *should* be in bed!)

More Wall

Well, I've hit the point I almost always hit just before a major event. Mind is numb, temper is fraying, and even the simplest thing seems too complex or overwhelming to tackle. (This is, btw, the same way I get if the barometer changes too drastically... which it just did). The only thing I've learned to do when this hits is to back off - sleep, read, anything but try to work on packing for a while. Then everything sorts itself out in my subconcious and when the timer goes off, I can function again - neatly, quickly, and efficiently.

But the Gods save me if I try to push it when I'm at this point. It's not pretty. And I have so much to do before I drive out of here on Friday. I'd skip my baronial officer's meeting if it weren't my only chance to see folks like Margret and Shilo...