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stitchwhich) wrote2006-03-20 04:44 am
stitchwhich) wrote2006-03-20 04:44 am
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Sunburned (OMG) and happy
This weekend I went to a Viking reenactment demo... and sunburned my hands. Yup. Isn't that weird? I sunburned my face the next day... bad enough that I can't really move my chin without some pain but not so bad that it won't fade in a day or two. I hope. The burns on my hands are worse and look very, very strange. At least I can't see my freckles there anymore. Too bad that will change after the fading. :)
Danrr and Isabel made it to the demo. We were in a not-very-well-thought-out area - the central picnic area of a private permanent RV park. So the grass was very green and very thick, the bathrooms clean and with lovely hot water in the showers (not that I cared, I had a hotel room) and the place was practically unfindable by festival-goers, who were at the main site a half a mile away. So those of us who did not do battle-work stayed in our little Viking Quad (we had a good number of tents) and geeked with each other all weekend. Linda cooked for all of us at the fire pit (wow) and put out a huge spread of nibbles. Roasted pig and chicken, scotch eggs, barley soup with lamb and bear meat (!?)... all sorts of protein to balance the greens and fruits. Me, I embroidered (see "burned my hands") in the sun. We had occassional clumps of visitors but not enough to go from 'laid back' to 'on stage'. A reporter came by in the early hours and took pictures - Isabel and I made the front page in a big ole color photo. I could have been happier if it had just been her. :(
Dannr did chasework by the fire and wire-weaving when the piece he was working on was actually in the fire (something about the pattern needing to be burned off). The folks who came from Toronto were a hoot. Linda tried to teach Kelly (fm Toronto) how to naalbind and the screams had the rest of us being extremely silly. I believe once I yelled back "don't push! It's not time yet!". She, ah, enjoyed vocalising. Yeah, I think that's a good way to put it. Our visitor/fighting instructor from England, Thorbiorn, was a very pleasant man who seemed to be surprised every time we said something that didn't show we were ignorant savages. That was amusing. And the standards of the Hasting-focussed groups did surprise me - they were our 'authenticity arbitrators' yet were still wearing tunics with gores made of other colors... and only one layer of clothing. Yet insisted that every piece of clothing have a bit of embroidery on it. Very strange. But then - that's what is fun about getting together with other folks. Comparing their conclusions to your own and learning from each other.
It was fun. Watching the Brit go through the sampler-pack of "American Microbrewery beers" was VERY fun. So was watching the Canadians escape to the ocean every evening (it was on the other side of the bathhouse).
Danrr and Isabel made it to the demo. We were in a not-very-well-thought-out area - the central picnic area of a private permanent RV park. So the grass was very green and very thick, the bathrooms clean and with lovely hot water in the showers (not that I cared, I had a hotel room) and the place was practically unfindable by festival-goers, who were at the main site a half a mile away. So those of us who did not do battle-work stayed in our little Viking Quad (we had a good number of tents) and geeked with each other all weekend. Linda cooked for all of us at the fire pit (wow) and put out a huge spread of nibbles. Roasted pig and chicken, scotch eggs, barley soup with lamb and bear meat (!?)... all sorts of protein to balance the greens and fruits. Me, I embroidered (see "burned my hands") in the sun. We had occassional clumps of visitors but not enough to go from 'laid back' to 'on stage'. A reporter came by in the early hours and took pictures - Isabel and I made the front page in a big ole color photo. I could have been happier if it had just been her. :(
Dannr did chasework by the fire and wire-weaving when the piece he was working on was actually in the fire (something about the pattern needing to be burned off). The folks who came from Toronto were a hoot. Linda tried to teach Kelly (fm Toronto) how to naalbind and the screams had the rest of us being extremely silly. I believe once I yelled back "don't push! It's not time yet!". She, ah, enjoyed vocalising. Yeah, I think that's a good way to put it. Our visitor/fighting instructor from England, Thorbiorn, was a very pleasant man who seemed to be surprised every time we said something that didn't show we were ignorant savages. That was amusing. And the standards of the Hasting-focussed groups did surprise me - they were our 'authenticity arbitrators' yet were still wearing tunics with gores made of other colors... and only one layer of clothing. Yet insisted that every piece of clothing have a bit of embroidery on it. Very strange. But then - that's what is fun about getting together with other folks. Comparing their conclusions to your own and learning from each other.
It was fun. Watching the Brit go through the sampler-pack of "American Microbrewery beers" was VERY fun. So was watching the Canadians escape to the ocean every evening (it was on the other side of the bathhouse).