Damn my tiny feet!
This weekend was not too terrible. Granted, Sunday sucked, but I got lots of post-faire cuddling and Muppets out of it, so it's all good.
Saturday I sold eighty roses, which, while not being fabulous, is decent enough.
Mom and Dad came to faire on Saturday as well. They were good little patrons and bought LOTS of stuff and saw LOTS of shows. They LOVED 3 Pints Shy, and of course the Crimson Pirates. Mom got three candle holders-one from Copper Rose, one Stained Glass, and one wolf oil diffuser candle thingy from Moon Dancer. Mom loves wolves, and she got the last one of those ever. Yay! Dad got a pewter Grim Reaper thingy. It's very cute. They also bouught a rose off me, and Dad tipped me. (Like he really had a choice...)
I was wearing my new leather halter, and Mom decided that I was cold. I felt fine, but she decided that she should buy me a cloak. Who in their right mind would object? I really wanted one of those nice wool coats from Knightly Endeavors, but those are two hundred fifty dollars, so that will have to remain in the realm of "maybe someday." Instead, I am now the proud owner of a purple Moresca half-cloak with a rather pointy hood. I look just like a little hobbit in it if I don't have my wings on. It's a little awkward with the wings, but it works. I'll do some experimenting with safety pins this week to see if I can find an alternate method of wing attachment for days like Sunday.
I got home Saturday night, took off my boots and discovered an inch long slit in the side of the left boot.
As a well-prepared and intelligent person, I sprayed those things with about six layers of the Aeorosoles leather waterproofing stuff. (That stuff ROCKS, for your information.) My feet were mostly dry, except for the bit of water that snuck in through the lace holes. I expected that to happen.
Apparently, one of my special arch support orthonics had slid over just enough, and through the course of the day had rubbed its way through the leather.
Not. Happy. Especially since the weather report for Sunday made the potential for wearing my old Dream Shoes a very bad idea.
I knew that I would eventually have to break down and buy a pair of Sandlars, but I didn't expect it so soon.
I stopped by the shop Sunday morning. I wanted the Forest Boots, but alas, they didn't have any in my size. They had one pair of their ankle boots that fit me. Appropriately enough, they have purple accent leather and rose shaped buttons. I saw them and said, "Damnit. They're perfect."
Two hundred twenty five dollars that I wasn't planning on spending just yet later, they're mine. For that price, I'm wearing them to work at least once a week, damnit!
Of course, now they're covered in mud. The path to the rose cooler turned into the kind of mud that sucks at your feet and tries to devour you whole. It goes "splurch" when you move. euph0ra, I'm going to ask my dad if he can get us some gravel/stone cheaper than what the faire is offering it for. I figure maybe we could all chip in for some, if you want us to.
I managed to sell forty two (yay!) roses on Sunday before all the patrons were booted out. Dropped my basket dragons in the mud, so now I have to clean those. I also got some mud on a picture frame.
"Picture frame? Huh?" There's a lady who has taken several photographs of me, with the intention of making oil paintings. She brought me a full size canvas print of the first painting yesterday, along with an unassembled frame to put it in. I'll post pictures once I get the thing together. It's so cool!
I had been running around without my wings for much of the day so I could wear my cloak comfortably, and it kept me pretty dry. After a shower and a change of clothes, I went to my sweetie's house for cuddling, pizza, and lots of Muppet Show. I passed out around nine. It was extremely pleasant.
Also, SOCKS!
Saturday I sold eighty roses, which, while not being fabulous, is decent enough.
Mom and Dad came to faire on Saturday as well. They were good little patrons and bought LOTS of stuff and saw LOTS of shows. They LOVED 3 Pints Shy, and of course the Crimson Pirates. Mom got three candle holders-one from Copper Rose, one Stained Glass, and one wolf oil diffuser candle thingy from Moon Dancer. Mom loves wolves, and she got the last one of those ever. Yay! Dad got a pewter Grim Reaper thingy. It's very cute. They also bouught a rose off me, and Dad tipped me. (Like he really had a choice...)
I was wearing my new leather halter, and Mom decided that I was cold. I felt fine, but she decided that she should buy me a cloak. Who in their right mind would object? I really wanted one of those nice wool coats from Knightly Endeavors, but those are two hundred fifty dollars, so that will have to remain in the realm of "maybe someday." Instead, I am now the proud owner of a purple Moresca half-cloak with a rather pointy hood. I look just like a little hobbit in it if I don't have my wings on. It's a little awkward with the wings, but it works. I'll do some experimenting with safety pins this week to see if I can find an alternate method of wing attachment for days like Sunday.
I got home Saturday night, took off my boots and discovered an inch long slit in the side of the left boot.
As a well-prepared and intelligent person, I sprayed those things with about six layers of the Aeorosoles leather waterproofing stuff. (That stuff ROCKS, for your information.) My feet were mostly dry, except for the bit of water that snuck in through the lace holes. I expected that to happen.
Apparently, one of my special arch support orthonics had slid over just enough, and through the course of the day had rubbed its way through the leather.
Not. Happy. Especially since the weather report for Sunday made the potential for wearing my old Dream Shoes a very bad idea.
I knew that I would eventually have to break down and buy a pair of Sandlars, but I didn't expect it so soon.
I stopped by the shop Sunday morning. I wanted the Forest Boots, but alas, they didn't have any in my size. They had one pair of their ankle boots that fit me. Appropriately enough, they have purple accent leather and rose shaped buttons. I saw them and said, "Damnit. They're perfect."
Two hundred twenty five dollars that I wasn't planning on spending just yet later, they're mine. For that price, I'm wearing them to work at least once a week, damnit!
Of course, now they're covered in mud. The path to the rose cooler turned into the kind of mud that sucks at your feet and tries to devour you whole. It goes "splurch" when you move. euph0ra, I'm going to ask my dad if he can get us some gravel/stone cheaper than what the faire is offering it for. I figure maybe we could all chip in for some, if you want us to.
I managed to sell forty two (yay!) roses on Sunday before all the patrons were booted out. Dropped my basket dragons in the mud, so now I have to clean those. I also got some mud on a picture frame.
"Picture frame? Huh?" There's a lady who has taken several photographs of me, with the intention of making oil paintings. She brought me a full size canvas print of the first painting yesterday, along with an unassembled frame to put it in. I'll post pictures once I get the thing together. It's so cool!
I had been running around without my wings for much of the day so I could wear my cloak comfortably, and it kept me pretty dry. After a shower and a change of clothes, I went to my sweetie's house for cuddling, pizza, and lots of Muppet Show. I passed out around nine. It was extremely pleasant.
Also, SOCKS!