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stitchwhichJanuary has been lovely - and stressful - but mostly lovely. Our local 12thnight (an interbaronial one shared with our once-twin barony) was more quiet than normal, which I appreciated, and the feast was absolutely fantastic. Fantastic not only for the variety of textures and flavours, but also in the old-fashioned SCA tradition of diners groaning towards the end of the third course because we were all full yet just couldn't not taste the latest dish. Pacing ourselves would have been beneficial. Perhaps not begging the server for a second round of the freshly baked bread and the savoury toasted cheese may have been more beneficial. None of us at the table had regrets, however.
My sons (plus one live-in love) took a week off and spent it with us. That was so grand! Because we had scheduled Giftmas during the week, the first couple of days were not as relaxing as we would have liked as we spent them scurrying around buying stocking stuffers and last-minute gifts. Poor Bossman was our exception. He spent the time resting after his herculean efforts to finish one of the bathrooms before the out-of-towners arrived. That didn't happen but we did have walls up between the two rooms again (YAY!) and most importantly, both toilets were installed. What a relief to a hostess! Two toities between five people (two of which are of the 'take a book and not be seen again for thirty minutes' variety).
Shawn and I, after Bossman was abed, introduced his older brother Zack (I just couldn't keep up the habit of typing "the youngest" and "the eldest") and Zack's sweetie to the series "Suits". Wow, can those kids watch TV. We gathered around my PC with its big screen and started with episode one and all of them sat through four or five episodes a night. I don't think I could have done that for more than one night. It highlighted for me, again, the difference between me and my children's generation. Or perhaps between me and the rest of America (who knows?). I am just not that visually oriented. No, wait. I'm not sure how to put that. I certainly love reading! But sitting still and watching shows for hours on end isn't something I can do. I have to get up and do something in between, and even then could only maintain that level of inertia for one round. Night after night? No way. Especially with my hands empty.
All of us travelled south to Atlantia's Kingdom Twelfthnight. The site was stunning in its elegance compared to any other site I've seen used and the large prints of Holbein's paintings on all of the walls added further to the feeling of being in a palace or large estate for the holiday. I don't know if these will be accessable to everyone, but Mistress Tannis took a nice variety of pictures and posted them in a Facebook album here: http://www.facebook.com/#!/media/set/?set=a.4678161765400.170801.1634454451&type=3 . As you can see, it was quite lovely. I was surprised by the number of people who actually came in late-period garb. One lady I spoke to said she was wearing a gown (mid-Tudor) that she'd purchased at Pennsic five years ago and had never worn. Until she said that she "usually wore Viking", I didn't recognise her!
We had our portraits taken by Baron Bardulf in the morning. Zack's sweetie wore a gown we borrowed from Baroness Anne, a local lady better known as "The Cheesecake Lady" by most of the kingdom and a healthy few at Pennsic. It was a gown she'd made for herself years ago and fit Mylissa surisingly well. The petticote I made for her at the last minute was not sufficient but she still looked wonderful. I've stuck a picture of her in it at the bottom of this entry. Right now it is the only picture I have available as my phone is being resistant to transferring pictures anywhere... it seems to only work if I post them to Facebook, which would probably tick off my friends by the number of them in one gulp. I can't wait to see the pictures Bardulf took.
The feast was disappointing, but only because of the timing of serving of dishes. Each dish was pretty good but came out so slowly and so far apart that the effect the cook (probably) wanted was completely lost. It was unfortunate for me that the week before we'd had such a kicking one - it made this other suffer in contrast. I felt for the Head Cook. She had challenges I would never want to take on, starting with the kitchen being on a totally different floor than the feast hall. Not to mention the sheer number of diners she had to serve. Still, individual dishes were tasty and ultimately filling, and the feast was better in review than in experience, if that makes sense. (Bera and I were sitting side by side at the table and when we started going over the dishes, mentally putting them together with what would have been their sides, it added up to a very nice array. Well planned and thought out, if not hosed by the serving timing.) Zack's sweetie loved it, though, and was thoroughly impressed by the whole day. She'd never experienced the SCA save at Pennsic, camping with Pandora's Box and attending the Middle Eastern dance classes (she is a ME dancer by profession), so this was a real eye-opener for her. I'm afraid that any subsequent events may disappoint her when compared to how lavish this one was.
I came down with a cold while the kids were here. It slowed me down over the event weekend but thankfully stayed minimal until after the visit was over. Then it hit with a vengence. Now I'm on the upswing from it (so long as I continue to rest - yeah, I beat you to that comment!) but poor Bossman has contracted it and is in the first stages of discomfort. I'm glad I stocked up on chicken soup. We're all out of gumbo - I ate all that was left after the kids were gone, counting on the chicken and the spices to help me recover! It worked, too!
My sons (plus one live-in love) took a week off and spent it with us. That was so grand! Because we had scheduled Giftmas during the week, the first couple of days were not as relaxing as we would have liked as we spent them scurrying around buying stocking stuffers and last-minute gifts. Poor Bossman was our exception. He spent the time resting after his herculean efforts to finish one of the bathrooms before the out-of-towners arrived. That didn't happen but we did have walls up between the two rooms again (YAY!) and most importantly, both toilets were installed. What a relief to a hostess! Two toities between five people (two of which are of the 'take a book and not be seen again for thirty minutes' variety).
Shawn and I, after Bossman was abed, introduced his older brother Zack (I just couldn't keep up the habit of typing "the youngest" and "the eldest") and Zack's sweetie to the series "Suits". Wow, can those kids watch TV. We gathered around my PC with its big screen and started with episode one and all of them sat through four or five episodes a night. I don't think I could have done that for more than one night. It highlighted for me, again, the difference between me and my children's generation. Or perhaps between me and the rest of America (who knows?). I am just not that visually oriented. No, wait. I'm not sure how to put that. I certainly love reading! But sitting still and watching shows for hours on end isn't something I can do. I have to get up and do something in between, and even then could only maintain that level of inertia for one round. Night after night? No way. Especially with my hands empty.
All of us travelled south to Atlantia's Kingdom Twelfthnight. The site was stunning in its elegance compared to any other site I've seen used and the large prints of Holbein's paintings on all of the walls added further to the feeling of being in a palace or large estate for the holiday. I don't know if these will be accessable to everyone, but Mistress Tannis took a nice variety of pictures and posted them in a Facebook album here: http://www.facebook.com/#!/media/set/?set=a.4678161765400.170801.1634454451&type=3 . As you can see, it was quite lovely. I was surprised by the number of people who actually came in late-period garb. One lady I spoke to said she was wearing a gown (mid-Tudor) that she'd purchased at Pennsic five years ago and had never worn. Until she said that she "usually wore Viking", I didn't recognise her!
We had our portraits taken by Baron Bardulf in the morning. Zack's sweetie wore a gown we borrowed from Baroness Anne, a local lady better known as "The Cheesecake Lady" by most of the kingdom and a healthy few at Pennsic. It was a gown she'd made for herself years ago and fit Mylissa surisingly well. The petticote I made for her at the last minute was not sufficient but she still looked wonderful. I've stuck a picture of her in it at the bottom of this entry. Right now it is the only picture I have available as my phone is being resistant to transferring pictures anywhere... it seems to only work if I post them to Facebook, which would probably tick off my friends by the number of them in one gulp. I can't wait to see the pictures Bardulf took.
The feast was disappointing, but only because of the timing of serving of dishes. Each dish was pretty good but came out so slowly and so far apart that the effect the cook (probably) wanted was completely lost. It was unfortunate for me that the week before we'd had such a kicking one - it made this other suffer in contrast. I felt for the Head Cook. She had challenges I would never want to take on, starting with the kitchen being on a totally different floor than the feast hall. Not to mention the sheer number of diners she had to serve. Still, individual dishes were tasty and ultimately filling, and the feast was better in review than in experience, if that makes sense. (Bera and I were sitting side by side at the table and when we started going over the dishes, mentally putting them together with what would have been their sides, it added up to a very nice array. Well planned and thought out, if not hosed by the serving timing.) Zack's sweetie loved it, though, and was thoroughly impressed by the whole day. She'd never experienced the SCA save at Pennsic, camping with Pandora's Box and attending the Middle Eastern dance classes (she is a ME dancer by profession), so this was a real eye-opener for her. I'm afraid that any subsequent events may disappoint her when compared to how lavish this one was.
I came down with a cold while the kids were here. It slowed me down over the event weekend but thankfully stayed minimal until after the visit was over. Then it hit with a vengence. Now I'm on the upswing from it (so long as I continue to rest - yeah, I beat you to that comment!) but poor Bossman has contracted it and is in the first stages of discomfort. I'm glad I stocked up on chicken soup. We're all out of gumbo - I ate all that was left after the kids were gone, counting on the chicken and the spices to help me recover! It worked, too!
