Hey, look who it is!
Howdy all. I'm alive. Sorry I've been gone for so long, but life's gotten more than a little interesting. Long story short, tax season came and went, and with me being a senior tax professional in the office (oops, I jumped a few levels) I was ridiculously busy. Then came the faire, which just ended. I was auditioning to do something similar to what I did last year (wenching I did go), but Noreen really wanted me in her storyline, so she married me off to my friend Chris (that's my other football buddy for those of you who were keeping track), and suddenly I was the Duchess of Wales, a princess in a fairy tale, a character wandering the grounds, and a lady in a wench show (it's okay, the Welsh aren't as proper as peeps from Camelot apparantly). Low and behold, rehearsals came. Lots and LOTS of rehearsals. And then they tossed me into a wrestling match. On the round table. Yes, to the perverts, there will be video evidence at a later date, providing you get me tipsy enough to show you the DVD.
As all of this is going on, I have been undergoing treatment for an illness, and now I'm prepping for laproscopic surgery in early August. All should be well. Eventually.
So, I'm now done with faire for another year. And just because God wants me as his personal running joke, I still have costumes to make. *insert exasperated groan* At least the costume that needs to be pretty doesn't have to be done until fall. That gives me some time to really decide what I'm going to do with it. I'm trying to decide on colors now, just so I can start looking for fabrics that drape well. More to come on that front as I make progress.
As for tonight, I'm going to flop and be a lazy bum. I'm exhausted. The past few weeks have been incredibly tough for me (the treatment for my illness causes fatigue... then there was faire... yeah). Tomorrow I'm off to the lake to see the fireworks. Doug's joining me up there and bringing some of his costume books with him so I can peruse through them for ideas.
Guess that means I have to make dinner. Grrr...
Then again, for a good long time that was our norm. I went to the lake and started dinner, and then Doug would get there at about the same time as dinner was ready, all the while Chris teased me on the phone about my high level of domestication. At least the men in my life have all seemingly understood that being domestic didn't mean that I could be tamed. :)
Okay. I'm off to tend to my stigmata. The round table ate my foot. Again.
As all of this is going on, I have been undergoing treatment for an illness, and now I'm prepping for laproscopic surgery in early August. All should be well. Eventually.
So, I'm now done with faire for another year. And just because God wants me as his personal running joke, I still have costumes to make. *insert exasperated groan* At least the costume that needs to be pretty doesn't have to be done until fall. That gives me some time to really decide what I'm going to do with it. I'm trying to decide on colors now, just so I can start looking for fabrics that drape well. More to come on that front as I make progress.
As for tonight, I'm going to flop and be a lazy bum. I'm exhausted. The past few weeks have been incredibly tough for me (the treatment for my illness causes fatigue... then there was faire... yeah). Tomorrow I'm off to the lake to see the fireworks. Doug's joining me up there and bringing some of his costume books with him so I can peruse through them for ideas.
Guess that means I have to make dinner. Grrr...
Then again, for a good long time that was our norm. I went to the lake and started dinner, and then Doug would get there at about the same time as dinner was ready, all the while Chris teased me on the phone about my high level of domestication. At least the men in my life have all seemingly understood that being domestic didn't mean that I could be tamed. :)
Okay. I'm off to tend to my stigmata. The round table ate my foot. Again.