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Ye Olde Insomnia
I seriously wonder why, after a great day spent at a medieval fair, tired and happy, I am foolish enough to drink a cup of coffee at nine in the evening.
Oh, the fair was brilliant, thanks for asking. I was there with a friend *waves*; oh and sorry N. for not being able to play Rigoletto for you.
The usual suspects showed up at the fair, sadly minus the tent where they sell musical instruments, and we ate, drank, watched comic fencers from the Czech Republic, listened to medieval rock bagpipe music, saved princesses (well, one of us did, anyway), and had a pact with a weather goddess. It was raining when we arrived, then stopped, and started again when we left.
I bought myself some handmade soap, the best pepper mix I've ever found, and a book about medieval clothing. I've decided I will make some of the clothes myself, since the prices at these fairs are simply too expensive for me, and the fit is never really right anyway. But don't worry, I will give black velvet a wide berth.
And then I came home, and was tired, so I had said cup of coffee at nine o'clock or thereabouts. It's now past one, and while I am still happy, I can't fall asleep. I'm having a nightcap and hoping it will work. Otherwise, I'll start meditating, or read a book - that sometimes helps - and if all else fails, I will count sheep.
One.
Oh, the fair was brilliant, thanks for asking. I was there with a friend *waves*; oh and sorry N. for not being able to play Rigoletto for you.
The usual suspects showed up at the fair, sadly minus the tent where they sell musical instruments, and we ate, drank, watched comic fencers from the Czech Republic, listened to medieval rock bagpipe music, saved princesses (well, one of us did, anyway), and had a pact with a weather goddess. It was raining when we arrived, then stopped, and started again when we left.
I bought myself some handmade soap, the best pepper mix I've ever found, and a book about medieval clothing. I've decided I will make some of the clothes myself, since the prices at these fairs are simply too expensive for me, and the fit is never really right anyway. But don't worry, I will give black velvet a wide berth.
And then I came home, and was tired, so I had said cup of coffee at nine o'clock or thereabouts. It's now past one, and while I am still happy, I can't fall asleep. I'm having a nightcap and hoping it will work. Otherwise, I'll start meditating, or read a book - that sometimes helps - and if all else fails, I will count sheep.
One.
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Or you could turn on your msn *L*
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Black velvet is not very authentic, isn't it. It's really a sign of the role-player and vampire wannabe.
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My bookshelves groan with costume books and I used to play SCA very intensely.
Black velvet, well, it depends on what period of medieval history you're wanting to play with. You want to do 1100 German peasant, no. I have a gorgeous black cotton velvet Tudor costume embroidered with about 2,000 seed pearls that's very nice.
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SCA does appeal to me, more so than those here who take the authentic reenactment bit far too seriously for my liking. The SCA seems to have a lot of fun.
I should have added to the black velvet comment I made that it's cheap black velvet clothes worn by youngsters (between 16 and 26 year old ones who also go for Gothic music and Emo stuff) that simply looks fake.
2000 seed pearls? ... picture, please?
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