This weekend was fantabulous. I ended up going to Moving Through Time, at the Marietta Mansion this Saturday, with ballistabob, melaniesuzanne and pirategirleee and we had a wonderful time. Moreover, it was great to be at an event in which you are impersonating a 21st Century tourist among a bunch of reenactors of all shapes and sizes.
Because of brevity of time, I will do my recount in bullets:
Got some nifty pottery from Eadric, which will add to our hospitality set for events
Ordered a muppet hat thrum cap from Practical Goose. Yay for warm ears next winter!
Ordered a pair of nifty shoes from Raystown Forge. (Yeah, they specialize on 18th C. stuff, but their "Anna" ladies' shoes can work for late 16th dressy shoes!)
Got to see loads of friends, and freak out the privateers due to my knowing of what a privateer was. According to these fellows, few people know this. I don't get it. Who doesn't know that a privateer is a pirate with a license? Duh!
I got bonus points because I also knew what a belaying pin was. (I didn't have the heart to tell them that I have one at home, engraved by the awesome spanishpeacock with my initials and all . . .)
Went with the gang to have sushi afterwards. (Yum, sushi.)
Stayed up too late with the girls, playing Bad Idea Bears with Mel to Delfina. Needless to say, estrogen levels reached critical mass, and my poor beloved ballistabob had to retreat to the living room while we laughed like maniacs in my sewing room. (Yay estrogen!)
Sunday I vegged and vegged, and if you want to know, I stayed in my pajamas until the afternoon. Much laundry was done, and the family was able to have clean underwear once again.
And now, back to the salt mines.
I can hear the whip cracking and it's getting closer . . .