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Jul. 12th, 2008 10:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
isabelladangeloNovice was fun, as always. I basically sat all my stuff down at Newcomer's Point and stayed. I wore my old peacock dress given the birds theme. I think the dress has about had it. Oh the problems with polyester taffeta. ;-) I couldn't help but make a dress out of it. After all, how can anyone resist the urge of a fabric that changes color three ways? It's just not possible, I'm tellin' ya. It looks blue but has a green or purple sheen depending on the lighting.
I wore one of my old chemises and a simple veil. I was going for this look with a dress that is closer in style to this. It worked okay, I guess. It's just an old dress and I need to make a new one...well, I need to make a lot of new garb but that will happen this fall.
Now, on to the day. First my day started pretty bad. You see, after packing up everything (my chairs, my tables, my books, my baskets, my tent, ect), I got on to the road. This sounds good until you get to the part where I'm stuck at an intersection with the blinking red lights one way and the yellows the other and I'm behind some black truck. The black truck would. not. go. He just would not move. Now, I couldn't really see down the road, so I didn't have a right to honk at him but I could count between cars that passed by. There were long seconds inbetween. He had plenty of time.
He was a creeper as well. You see, he'd scootch up a bit and then a bit more. A couple of times I thought he was going to finally cross, but no. Well, he got scared and started to back up. I couldn't back up because, by this point, there was already a line about 6 cars thick on this country road. (Did I mention one truck just gave up and went around him? I should have.) So, yes, the inevitable happened. He rammed right into me.
Of course, it was an old man. You know, the type that should NOT be driving? And there I am, check out my truck, in full garb. Yeah, it was a scene. My truck was fine. I was fine. Ginsie just wanted to know where the heck we were going and when we would get there.
So, I got back in the car and the guy FINALLY went across the street. It took him 15 minutes to cross that intersection!
A few minutes later, I got to the site. Now, here's another scene: Me, with Ginsie's leash on one arm and carrying chairs and baskets with the other, back and forth from my truck. I'm sure it looked very funny given that Ginsie wanted to sniff EVERYTHING and all I wanted to do is set up Newcomer's. One young girl did help me and carried one of the baskets.
Got that set up. Found the autocrat and figured out where my tent was needed. Went and put that up with the help of one nice gentleman. Getting that set up is always interesting. I really need a new tent frame...
So, I went back to newcomer's and waited. And waited....and waited...and nothing. I had three people come by the entire day. I was told there were maybe 2 or 3 other Newcomer's and that was it. One lady did need garb so I'm glad I brought my extra stuff given that the loaner garb didn't make it to the site. (I'm not sure what happened there.)
Around 3 or 4, I heard from the heralds that a class was being held at Newcomer's. No, I had no idea about this before hand which is interesting. Not that I minded at all, I just would have liked to have know because I would have set up Newcomer's Point differently. It was seneschal 101 which I did find interesting. Like I said, I didn't mind; I just wish I had been told earlier.
So, around 5 or so, I packed up because Troll was packing up. I had already wandered around a couple of times (and saw about half of my f-list in the process!) with Miss Ginsie. Ginsie was pretty well behaved. She did have some issues where she kept wanting to go around my chair, stepping over the leash, and, in the process, get all caught up in her leash. After the 5th time, I think she thought it was a game. It was not a fun one. Luckily, it only bothered me.
Court was early! Feast was good but there was a bit of time between the chicken dish and the pork dish. The chicken dish had a LOT of bone and not much meat. It was good, but it was garlic chicken, mac & cheese, and cookies. Basically, it was what I would have at the Olive Garden but in garb. I liked it all (well, didn't try the mushroom stuff) and I'd eat it again. It was a good novice feast but it was totally comfort food.
So, I'm home now. I'm going to head ot bed and sleep until noon tomorrow, hopefully.
I wore one of my old chemises and a simple veil. I was going for this look with a dress that is closer in style to this. It worked okay, I guess. It's just an old dress and I need to make a new one...well, I need to make a lot of new garb but that will happen this fall.
Now, on to the day. First my day started pretty bad. You see, after packing up everything (my chairs, my tables, my books, my baskets, my tent, ect), I got on to the road. This sounds good until you get to the part where I'm stuck at an intersection with the blinking red lights one way and the yellows the other and I'm behind some black truck. The black truck would. not. go. He just would not move. Now, I couldn't really see down the road, so I didn't have a right to honk at him but I could count between cars that passed by. There were long seconds inbetween. He had plenty of time.
He was a creeper as well. You see, he'd scootch up a bit and then a bit more. A couple of times I thought he was going to finally cross, but no. Well, he got scared and started to back up. I couldn't back up because, by this point, there was already a line about 6 cars thick on this country road. (Did I mention one truck just gave up and went around him? I should have.) So, yes, the inevitable happened. He rammed right into me.
Of course, it was an old man. You know, the type that should NOT be driving? And there I am, check out my truck, in full garb. Yeah, it was a scene. My truck was fine. I was fine. Ginsie just wanted to know where the heck we were going and when we would get there.
So, I got back in the car and the guy FINALLY went across the street. It took him 15 minutes to cross that intersection!
A few minutes later, I got to the site. Now, here's another scene: Me, with Ginsie's leash on one arm and carrying chairs and baskets with the other, back and forth from my truck. I'm sure it looked very funny given that Ginsie wanted to sniff EVERYTHING and all I wanted to do is set up Newcomer's. One young girl did help me and carried one of the baskets.
Got that set up. Found the autocrat and figured out where my tent was needed. Went and put that up with the help of one nice gentleman. Getting that set up is always interesting. I really need a new tent frame...
So, I went back to newcomer's and waited. And waited....and waited...and nothing. I had three people come by the entire day. I was told there were maybe 2 or 3 other Newcomer's and that was it. One lady did need garb so I'm glad I brought my extra stuff given that the loaner garb didn't make it to the site. (I'm not sure what happened there.)
Around 3 or 4, I heard from the heralds that a class was being held at Newcomer's. No, I had no idea about this before hand which is interesting. Not that I minded at all, I just would have liked to have know because I would have set up Newcomer's Point differently. It was seneschal 101 which I did find interesting. Like I said, I didn't mind; I just wish I had been told earlier.
So, around 5 or so, I packed up because Troll was packing up. I had already wandered around a couple of times (and saw about half of my f-list in the process!) with Miss Ginsie. Ginsie was pretty well behaved. She did have some issues where she kept wanting to go around my chair, stepping over the leash, and, in the process, get all caught up in her leash. After the 5th time, I think she thought it was a game. It was not a fun one. Luckily, it only bothered me.
Court was early! Feast was good but there was a bit of time between the chicken dish and the pork dish. The chicken dish had a LOT of bone and not much meat. It was good, but it was garlic chicken, mac & cheese, and cookies. Basically, it was what I would have at the Olive Garden but in garb. I liked it all (well, didn't try the mushroom stuff) and I'd eat it again. It was a good novice feast but it was totally comfort food.
So, I'm home now. I'm going to head ot bed and sleep until noon tomorrow, hopefully.
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Date: 2008-07-13 11:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-13 01:14 pm (UTC)I'd go to the war just to see the fighting and get more ideas for armor. It might help you in creating your own armor and you can always ask people how they made theirs. :-)
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Date: 2008-07-14 01:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-14 01:57 pm (UTC)Next year, signs and loaner garb would be great. I brought a couple of pieces of my own old garb and the green surcote did make the rounds. :-) I'm sure we have a few tubs of loaner garb somewhere. Oh well, there are solutions to the problems that can all be smoothed over next year.