South Oaken Regional Arts & Science Faire , or not.

I was all set to attend the South Oaken Regional Arts & Science Faire this past weekend, but the Fates conspired against me and it just wasn’t meant to be. Between the sorrowful experience of dropping a loved one off at the airport to begin the long trip to Iraq, the pouring rain and harsh wind that lasted into the next day, and the newly physical deformity of my face, I decided to forget my plans and headed home.

Oh the physical deformity? It seems that my face was trying to make up for my relatively acne-free adolescent years by exploding all over my stressed out skin. I still considered going, even though I felt like I shouldn’t be out in public with out a bag on my head. I figured, to be in period, my options were:

a) Dress in tattered sackcloth, add bandages, ring bell and hang a sign around my neck that read “UNCLEAN” and go as a period Leper.
b) Small pox.
c) Add mascara, and call it Plague.
d) Dress in drag with a full Wimple to cover most of my face.

In the end I decided to stay home and work on my University papers. I suppose there is always next year.

By the pricking of my thumbs...

I’ve been designated as a future Garb Whore.

I can’t argue with it. I am. I’ve been to two events and I have six, no seven tunics. Wait, eight, or is it nine. There are a few in the works. I’m still learning though, I just learned to sew a few weeks ago. I’ve started a nice tunic for court affairs but I’m hoping to make it to Blackstone Raids so I can take a gander at the Worlde famous Calontir Trim.

But I’m working on me armor too. My shield is 90% finished; I just need a hand with the final steps. Then pad the helmet and I’m ready to come out swinging!