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Yo me Weiafei! Te monba im tap-ei.
Jan. 12th, 2004 04:24 pmAll sorts of stuff this weekend. I did not get to sleep as early as I'd hoped, for various reasons. One of them has green eyes. Actually, two of them have green eyes. And fur. But only one has claws, and that one was knocking stuff off my nightstand, causing me to bolt upright out of a half-sleep several times. The brat.
I did get packed before I went to bed. Dinner was had. Not a very exciting dinner, but a dinner nonetheless. There was a lovely back-and-forth with someone else who grew up in the Chicago area while we tried to make each other's head hurt with remembered earworms and such--and then the boy and dinner happened and I never got back to the exchange. Sorry about that, pretty lady. :-)
And I managed to get up not very long after my alarm at the normal time (so no, I wasn't very awake for most of Saturday), dressed, and out the door before 8:30. I got only slightly misdirected on my way to site (I wasn't lost. I knew exactly where I was. I just wasn't entirely sure how to get from where I was to site, because the provided map and my sense of direction weren't getting along very well.) But I got to the A&S table about two minutes before it was scheduled to be open, and things got set up nicely, and there were cool entries, and people voted, and it was nifty and stuff like that. And the weasels rocked. And no,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
caoilfhionn, my own personal biases for or against any particular art had nothing to do with the "Wow factor" decision. I took into account the scope of the project, how that related to other projects that I knew the entrant had undertaken, and my knowledge of the entrant's skill at that particular art. Also, the chair, nifty as it was, was a commission, so it would have been done whether or not there was a display to enter it into.
And some people didn't recognize me at all (like Chantal, who walked past me three times before I actually spoke to her, and she was still confused), or were just confused, or I made their heads hurt (this was a good thing, presumably). For the explanation of why, beforeladybirdkiller's pix get posted somewhere, visit
HE Elashava's photographic record of 12th Night and scroll down to the two photos labeled "Margaret" and "Scribes attending". The picture of me isn't very good, because it's very dark. The scribes one is better, and although I'm sitting at an odd angle in the picture, it should give you a good idea of why people were confused--that's me in the middle. The spectacle in green and pearls. And no, that's not my usual SCA kit. At all. In the slightest.
Very few merchants. I bought a couple of strands of pearls, one of which might potentially end up on E's spiffy cotte but might not, because he's a bit hard on his clothes, and there wasn't really anything else. Tarik had some really cool beads, but I don't really wear earrings anymore, nor much in the way of necklaces, and SCA-wise, I don't know if Margaret would have worn that sort of thing. I have no evidence one way or the other, really.
I was accused of being naughty by some bardic Laurel's apprentice. Like he's got any room to judge.
I did get packed before I went to bed. Dinner was had. Not a very exciting dinner, but a dinner nonetheless. There was a lovely back-and-forth with someone else who grew up in the Chicago area while we tried to make each other's head hurt with remembered earworms and such--and then the boy and dinner happened and I never got back to the exchange. Sorry about that, pretty lady. :-)
And I managed to get up not very long after my alarm at the normal time (so no, I wasn't very awake for most of Saturday), dressed, and out the door before 8:30. I got only slightly misdirected on my way to site (I wasn't lost. I knew exactly where I was. I just wasn't entirely sure how to get from where I was to site, because the provided map and my sense of direction weren't getting along very well.) But I got to the A&S table about two minutes before it was scheduled to be open, and things got set up nicely, and there were cool entries, and people voted, and it was nifty and stuff like that. And the weasels rocked. And no,
caoilfhionn, my own personal biases for or against any particular art had nothing to do with the "Wow factor" decision. I took into account the scope of the project, how that related to other projects that I knew the entrant had undertaken, and my knowledge of the entrant's skill at that particular art. Also, the chair, nifty as it was, was a commission, so it would have been done whether or not there was a display to enter it into.And some people didn't recognize me at all (like Chantal, who walked past me three times before I actually spoke to her, and she was still confused), or were just confused, or I made their heads hurt (this was a good thing, presumably). For the explanation of why, before
ladybirdkiller's pix get posted somewhere, visit HE Elashava's photographic record of 12th Night and scroll down to the two photos labeled "Margaret" and "Scribes attending". The picture of me isn't very good, because it's very dark. The scribes one is better, and although I'm sitting at an odd angle in the picture, it should give you a good idea of why people were confused--that's me in the middle. The spectacle in green and pearls. And no, that's not my usual SCA kit. At all. In the slightest.
Very few merchants. I bought a couple of strands of pearls, one of which might potentially end up on E's spiffy cotte but might not, because he's a bit hard on his clothes, and there wasn't really anything else. Tarik had some really cool beads, but I don't really wear earrings anymore, nor much in the way of necklaces, and SCA-wise, I don't know if Margaret would have worn that sort of thing. I have no evidence one way or the other, really.
I was accused of being naughty by some bardic Laurel's apprentice. Like he's got any room to judge.
