Coronation recap

I don't feel like I can do justice to how Coronation was like everyone else did. Theo amused me with so many questing groups and so few right answers. Gen encouraged me by inviting me to play with others and having a project to work on during the day, being a coy naiad to guide and beguile questers. Anne inspired me with her stories of so much kindness in the face of so much stress. And our household and extended family made me very proud with their dedication to entertaining everyone as a cyclops, Venus, hydra, muse or all around helpful person. It really was a weekend for making lemonade from lemons. This past weekend could have sucked ass. I had put a chunk of effort into a cyclops costume, blue roman clothing and apple green clothing for Rhiannon all of which I was nervous about. We were heading to Booneyville (population < 100 it seemed) and it was SNOWING outside. I stayed up way too late Friday night being a hand-sewing elf for so I only had about four hours of sleep come Saturday. It was wicked cold and windy and we were all outside in linen cursing ourselves for not having more wool.

But I got to take part in several exciting activities. I enjoyed seeing fighters and non-fighters working together on a project. I loved seeing everyone so smiley despite cold and discomfort. And I had at least half a dozen people who I'd never seen before in my life smile and say "hi" to me because I was involved in their quest team or just a friendly (blue-painted) face they met in the woods.

There were so many things about this weekend that on the surface and in the past could have really ruined my day, but I was happy to help, watch and be involved in everything so it was all incredibly fun. I'm not exactly sure why it was so much better for me than usual, but I'm just riding this "up with medieval hobbies" vibe I have right now. I've got a few projects to work on for this upcoming weekend but I keep reminding myself that most of them can wait if need be and I'm not stressed about any of them. And mostly I enjoyed seeing friends and helping them in any way I could. Go team!

I'm too chicken to try to authorize and play rapier with the other kids this upcoming weekend (particularly since it's heavy rapier which I've never done) but I'm looking forward to going and co-chilling.

Genie as a Naiad

the hem of my garment

I spent several hours last night in department stores looking at dresses. I found several lovely dresses that one could wear to a June wedding provided you're not the bride. *sigh* But I have not lost hope yet and have several other plans of attack for the coming week.

When I got home I started reading other LJ entries from folks headed to Coronation this weekend. Several made comment of the weather and I decided to research that a bit since it appears everyone knew something I didn't. That's when I saw the forecast was a bit chillier than I expected.

Part Two of this realization is that I had made a lovely Roman tunica for to wear and she would freeze her ass off in it. So I started rummaging through the sewing room. I found some other green linen that was lighter than the stuff I used for Rhiannon, but all that green would make her look like a seedless grape. I lamented about giving up some of the linen I had bought expressly for making pants for the Puddin' (Puddin' Pants - HA!) because he is in desperate need of pants that aren't torn out in the crotch. And then I opened the fabric cabinet and saw it right in front of my face.

Three hours later Rhiannon has a lovely undertunic from the raw silk remnants of my first wedding dress. I've been carting it around for nine years and haven't found a good use for it yet. In one evening I took wedding dress lemons and turned them into a soft and pettable lemonade. I can't wait to see it on her!

so this is what all the fuss is about

I had a bit of a hard time yesterday. Most of last week, actually, I was pretty moody. And after I went outside with no notice to Rich so I could clean out the shed, pull up all the tomato cages and mow the lawn, Rich decided he would just say out of my way and run some errands before fight practice. About 5 minutes after Rich left, I was edging the yard and a rock flew up and hit me in the face, right next to my nose. Amazingly, I didn't get a bloody nose but it really hurt and scared me. I started crying out of shock. But then I just kept crying - sobbing - and couldn't stop.

I cried while putting the edger away. I cried while I dragged my sweaty grass-covered self inside. I cried while I checked my blood to verify that low blood sugar was not why I was crying. I cried in the shower. And after 30 minutes when I hadn't stopped crying, I texted Rich and asked him to come home. After 10 minutes of lying in bed in my bathrobe (crying), I called and snotted into the phone asking him to come home (he didn't get my text until after I called). And when he told me he would be home in 10 minutes, I finally stopped crying.

So when Rich got home and was brushing my hair while I snotted onto his t-shirt, I finally came to a realization.

Me: "You know, after 15 years, I may have developed PMS. Maybe that's why I've been such a weirdo."

Rich (smoothing my hair and handing me a tissue): "Baby, I'm certainly not going to suggest that to you."

Hormones are no fun sometimes.