|Random acts of Silly doth abound in Fairhaven…|
(You should absolutely read that Oh My in the way that George Takei says it. In fact, every time anyone says Oh My it should be using his voice. Every. Time.)
So it’s been awhile and I’ve promised time and again to blog about the honeymoon, the European extravaganza that was the months of May and June for me and The Mister. This isn’t going to be that post either, so if you’ve been waiting for that, you might as well keep surfing.
It’s currently the end of October which means the Carolina Renaissance Festival has been in full swing for four weekends now, leaving only three to go before we sadly pack up the Dog Barn for another year and start madly plotting our garb for our trip to the “Southern Kingdom” of Newcastle in Georgia in the spring of next year. But wait, that’s not all that’s going on…I’m still working on getting my soon to be former roommates decked out in garb of their own (a court gown to be done by this coming Saturday as well as a doublet! I must be MAD.), moving into a new house, and starting a NaNoWriMo on Thursday. Mad indeed!
We thought that it would be easy to do when we started this sewing project back in August (nevermind that I was doing a Camp NaNo then as well). We planned to do the parts of the gowns at the same time and finish them both before Opening Weekend so that we didn’t have to worry. Ah, the best laid plans…
My gown is mostly done, as you can see in the photo above. There are some bits that need finishing and WHO KNEW that thing would be as HEAVY as it is, but there you are. Beauty is pain. I had a little girl curtsy to me yesterday because she thought I was royalty (“your dress looks like the queen’s!”) so I guess it’s all worth it. Out of the mouths of babes…if ONLY my garb looked like Bettina’s work!
Anyway, so mine is almost done and will have to be re-done before next year. The sleeves are the heaviest part and will have to be grommetted in so that I can removed them before performing mundane tasks such as going to the privy or picking up poop or…amazingly enough…putting on my cloak! It was like I was holding two persian cats under there. Not good.
We’ve almost completed our move into the new house. As I type, The Mister is wrestling with putting up blinds and unwrapping/setting up IKEA bookshelves. It never ceases to amaze me the size difference in our furniture in our American house as opposed to our English one. Where are my “huge” leather sofas?
Over the weekend my brother in law Andrew and his…partner? Girlfriend? I’m not sure the appropriate term, but they had a little boy, the first grandson/nephew for the Dunnes. I’m hoping to see photos soon, and I need to get on the ball and email my niece, the new kid’s big sister, to check in on her. Being a big sister is not always as glamorous as it looks, and I want her to know that Auntie Nancy has been there/done that and would love to listen if she needs to discuss the finer points of siblings.
Finally…Nano starts on Thursday and I think it’s going to be EQ fanfic for me again. My hope is that all of this writing I grind out in November (as well as the past Nanos that have been on the same theme) can one day be edited to remove anything that the EQ head honchos may think is actually their property and made into a fantasy novel that can be published and read by people other than me and my sometimes muse, Mike (who brought one of the main characters to virtual life in game for years).
Yeah, so…that’s what’s going on here. Not much, really, in the grand scheme of starvation and war and Hurricane Sandy, I suppose. But enough. You hear me universe? I’ve got enough for now.
Oh myyyy indeed.