Faire and things.

Revelations of the weekend:
1. Having an interest in attending costumed events is a little like having a pot-smoking habit: at first, it seems like you will always be able to buy everything you need, but eventually, the urge to make your own paraphenalia will hit you, and then, nothing is safe. Went to Ren Faire yesterday, found Nothing that answered the question "What shall I wear under my new frock coat?" successfully. Saw many beautiful shirts, but none were what I was looking for. Which is, of course, something that will pass as pirate attire, made of something that isn't mostly polyester (the shirt I wore at Dragon*Con probably came from a Halloween costume, and is perilously close to plastic and completely unsuitable for warm-weather wear), and cut for someone who isn't Rennie-Sized (which is perhaps 6'2", 280, I'm not sure. I mean, I'm pretty big, but really, I could use most of the things I looked at as a tent.). So I'll probably be hitting the fabric store and begging for machine loans sometime this winter. I believe that somehow, if I follow the directions on the pattern, it will not matter that I know nothing about sewing, it will just work. This is the kind of thinking that gets me in trouble when I try to pretend that I can cook, so I know it to be false, and yet.
2. The Flaming Ball of Gas in the Sky has it in for me. While I was able to manage the day at KCRF without getting exhausted or having my feet protest (which I attribute to the recent addition of long walks to my routines), I got a monstrous sun/dehydration headache about 5:00. Blech. Fortunately, we were scheduled to go visit adammaker and jackjob after Faire, and if there's anyone who's likely to be able to help with that sort of thing, it would be adammaker. He gave me excedrin and lavendar oil, and after a time, all was well. I don't know what to do about avoiding this sort of thing in the future, but I expect more water and perhaps a pair of sunglasses are in it.
3. I am getting old. The Libra Birthday party was much fun, but I ended up asleep on the futon with the cat for about an hour from 1:30-2:30 or so. Everyone was kind enough to let me sleep, which was nice. But it would be nicer to be able to manage to stay awake.

Also of note, but not particularly relevatory, triadruid, kittenpants and I bought Chamelons (which are articles of clothing in this sense, and not lizards) from an amiable acid-head at Faire, and they are really, really neat. You can make them into practically any sort of clothing, and a handful of non-clothing things as well. Provided, of course, that you can work out what to zip or tie in order to get the thing to be the shape you want. Still, fun to play with. I've been envious of niveus_tigris' Chameleon for quite some time. And now I have one, yay.

Faire and things.

Revelations of the weekend:
1. Having an interest in attending costumed events is a little like having a pot-smoking habit: at first, it seems like you will always be able to buy everything you need, but eventually, the urge to make your own paraphenalia will hit you, and then, nothing is safe. Went to Ren Faire yesterday, found Nothing that answered the question "What shall I wear under my new frock coat?" successfully. Saw many beautiful shirts, but none were what I was looking for. Which is, of course, something that will pass as pirate attire, made of something that isn't mostly polyester (the shirt I wore at Dragon*Con probably came from a Halloween costume, and is perilously close to plastic and completely unsuitable for warm-weather wear), and cut for someone who isn't Rennie-Sized (which is perhaps 6'2", 280, I'm not sure. I mean, I'm pretty big, but really, I could use most of the things I looked at as a tent.). So I'll probably be hitting the fabric store and begging for machine loans sometime this winter. I believe that somehow, if I follow the directions on the pattern, it will not matter that I know nothing about sewing, it will just work. This is the kind of thinking that gets me in trouble when I try to pretend that I can cook, so I know it to be false, and yet.
2. The Flaming Ball of Gas in the Sky has it in for me. While I was able to manage the day at KCRF without getting exhausted or having my feet protest (which I attribute to the recent addition of long walks to my routines), I got a monstrous sun/dehydration headache about 5:00. Blech. Fortunately, we were scheduled to go visit adammaker and jackjob after Faire, and if there's anyone who's likely to be able to help with that sort of thing, it would be adammaker. He gave me excedrin and lavendar oil, and after a time, all was well. I don't know what to do about avoiding this sort of thing in the future, but I expect more water and perhaps a pair of sunglasses are in it.
3. I am getting old. The Libra Birthday party was much fun, but I ended up asleep on the futon with the cat for about an hour from 1:30-2:30 or so. Everyone was kind enough to let me sleep, which was nice. But it would be nicer to be able to manage to stay awake.

Also of note, but not particularly relevatory, triadruid, kittenpants and I bought Chamelons (which are articles of clothing in this sense, and not lizards) from an amiable acid-head at Faire, and they are really, really neat. You can make them into practically any sort of clothing, and a handful of non-clothing things as well. Provided, of course, that you can work out what to zip or tie in order to get the thing to be the shape you want. Still, fun to play with. I've been envious of niveus_tigris' Chameleon for quite some time. And now I have one, yay.