I feel like Ren junkie hell...
...but I'm happy. Ren faire afterglow, I think. Let's see...
My hair is in the bun that I put it in yesterday morning, slightly altered (in a I-spent-all-day-at-SLRF-yesterday-and-then-slept-on-it-last-night kind of way) with my pirate headband wrapped around it like a scarf, and my chopsticks in it. My pirate eyeliner is smudged under my eyes, I'm wearing my KOI t-shirt (temporarily autographed in silver permanent marker that I have a feeling will come off in the laundry... yet for some reason I'm incredibly not worried about not being able to get it signed again... and again... and again... and again if I decide I can't live without the signatures)... I'm wearing Grey Beards beads, the beautiful necklace that Doug (Robyn the bard <3) gave me yesterday, my pirate necklace, three out of four of my costume earrings, my khakis, and my pirate boots... not to mention the black fingerless gloves, rings, nine bracelets, and a red bandana from Longbelt Benjamin tied around my right hand to somewhat shield the nasty blisters I got from Drum Jam this weekend. ...
Backtracking, after crashing hard at dinner from my chugging of a Monster a while earlier at the beer tent, I went halfway home and stayed with Katie Jo and Q. I changed from my half-costumed-ness (everything aforementioned, except exchange the khakis for pirate pants and green pirate skirt, and my hair looked a bit better) to my khakis, watched a bit of Kung-Fu Hustle, stayed up a while talking to Q about faire stuff, and woke up wondering if it was possible for mouths to fall asleep, because it felt like mine had. It was the oddest sensation I think I've ever had. I drove home this morning without so much as straightening my hair, visited Ryan and left him the carnations the flower lady gave me yesterday, and now I'm here writing about how much hell I look like.
As an afterthought, Rennies should never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, EVER go out in a large group right after faire. We wreaked so much havoc on the Appleby's in the BC mall... but I have to admit to it having been fun.
Right, so I'm going to be on cloud nine for a while because I'm officially drawn in... I -am- a Renny, full out, and I finally get that faire is just the big event that we throw together after celebrating together all year round. I love my new family, and that's it.
Did some soul-searching with the help of daddy Dix and Cameron (Sammy Sam's husbandthingy) this weekend... DA-D calmed me and got me to the point that I could handle Cameron's utter frankness later. Hehe, Q looked at me last night and told me for the first time that I was "growing up"... I see it more like moving past a blockade that I never really looked at until someone sat me down and said "this is what I'm seeing, this is why I think I'm seeing it, and it's okay, but it's holding you back and I think you'd be happier if you decided that it wasn't how you want to be." Besides, I just talked (a lot) and said a lot of things out loud that never seemed to be significant until I did... I made a lot of connections and a lot of sense out of what used to seem like a jumbled mess.
Oh, and we're trying to decide whether or not Ivy the Green Faery needs to become a permanent resident of Silver Leaf next year. I enjoyed changing costumes, and there are some themes that I -love- and that I'd love to be able to be a part of... but Ivy was the only character I really felt... into, I guess. She only interacted with children, really, and as fun as adults are, it's so much more rewarding to bring the magic to life for a child. I was given more joy out of getting a little girl to stop crying and give me a huge smile yesterday (KOI's bad guys burst through the gate and one look at D'Kahn caused such weeping from that poor baby...) than I was from all of the adult interaction from all of faire combined. Kids are where the magic is boldest, brightest, and most beautiful. Buuuut I like changing costume... and Ivy hurts. Moving the way she does and crouching for eight hours makes an impact... which I guess I can work on. But the wings! Agh the wings... I'll need smaller wings if I'm going to do it. And a wooden cup so that I can look not crazy weird trying to hydrate. And I liked being a doppleganger. I am so very, very conflicted.
This has been a long, rambly post that is pretty much for my benefit alone (yay for organizing thoughts!) but... yeah. If you just wasted your time reading all of that, thanks for... taking an interest or something. Very nice of you.
C'est tout. Vive les faeries,
moi
My hair is in the bun that I put it in yesterday morning, slightly altered (in a I-spent-all-day-at-SLRF-yesterday-and-then-slept-on-it-last-night kind of way) with my pirate headband wrapped around it like a scarf, and my chopsticks in it. My pirate eyeliner is smudged under my eyes, I'm wearing my KOI t-shirt (temporarily autographed in silver permanent marker that I have a feeling will come off in the laundry... yet for some reason I'm incredibly not worried about not being able to get it signed again... and again... and again... and again if I decide I can't live without the signatures)... I'm wearing Grey Beards beads, the beautiful necklace that Doug (Robyn the bard <3) gave me yesterday, my pirate necklace, three out of four of my costume earrings, my khakis, and my pirate boots... not to mention the black fingerless gloves, rings, nine bracelets, and a red bandana from Longbelt Benjamin tied around my right hand to somewhat shield the nasty blisters I got from Drum Jam this weekend. ...
Backtracking, after crashing hard at dinner from my chugging of a Monster a while earlier at the beer tent, I went halfway home and stayed with Katie Jo and Q. I changed from my half-costumed-ness (everything aforementioned, except exchange the khakis for pirate pants and green pirate skirt, and my hair looked a bit better) to my khakis, watched a bit of Kung-Fu Hustle, stayed up a while talking to Q about faire stuff, and woke up wondering if it was possible for mouths to fall asleep, because it felt like mine had. It was the oddest sensation I think I've ever had. I drove home this morning without so much as straightening my hair, visited Ryan and left him the carnations the flower lady gave me yesterday, and now I'm here writing about how much hell I look like.
As an afterthought, Rennies should never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, EVER go out in a large group right after faire. We wreaked so much havoc on the Appleby's in the BC mall... but I have to admit to it having been fun.
Right, so I'm going to be on cloud nine for a while because I'm officially drawn in... I -am- a Renny, full out, and I finally get that faire is just the big event that we throw together after celebrating together all year round. I love my new family, and that's it.
Did some soul-searching with the help of daddy Dix and Cameron (Sammy Sam's husbandthingy) this weekend... DA-D calmed me and got me to the point that I could handle Cameron's utter frankness later. Hehe, Q looked at me last night and told me for the first time that I was "growing up"... I see it more like moving past a blockade that I never really looked at until someone sat me down and said "this is what I'm seeing, this is why I think I'm seeing it, and it's okay, but it's holding you back and I think you'd be happier if you decided that it wasn't how you want to be." Besides, I just talked (a lot) and said a lot of things out loud that never seemed to be significant until I did... I made a lot of connections and a lot of sense out of what used to seem like a jumbled mess.
Oh, and we're trying to decide whether or not Ivy the Green Faery needs to become a permanent resident of Silver Leaf next year. I enjoyed changing costumes, and there are some themes that I -love- and that I'd love to be able to be a part of... but Ivy was the only character I really felt... into, I guess. She only interacted with children, really, and as fun as adults are, it's so much more rewarding to bring the magic to life for a child. I was given more joy out of getting a little girl to stop crying and give me a huge smile yesterday (KOI's bad guys burst through the gate and one look at D'Kahn caused such weeping from that poor baby...) than I was from all of the adult interaction from all of faire combined. Kids are where the magic is boldest, brightest, and most beautiful. Buuuut I like changing costume... and Ivy hurts. Moving the way she does and crouching for eight hours makes an impact... which I guess I can work on. But the wings! Agh the wings... I'll need smaller wings if I'm going to do it. And a wooden cup so that I can look not crazy weird trying to hydrate. And I liked being a doppleganger. I am so very, very conflicted.
This has been a long, rambly post that is pretty much for my benefit alone (yay for organizing thoughts!) but... yeah. If you just wasted your time reading all of that, thanks for... taking an interest or something. Very nice of you.
C'est tout. Vive les faeries,
moi