Which is weird to say on a Tuesday, but there you have it.
What I did this weekend:
1. The Little 5 Points Halloween Parade. Oh, man. Oh, man oh man. Please remind me next time that I decide to wear my Rajasthani garb in 40-degree temperatures (plus wind and drizzle) that this is not, in fact, a wise idea and that no matter how many layers of tights I wear under my ghagra the top is still uncovered and therefore very cold. Lea (dang, still no blog, but we love her anyhow) bought me a lovely warm cup of Turkish coffee, which helped a little, but by the time we got home my fingers were very stiff. The parade was awesome. It was at least 3 times larger than I expected it to be, which meant that we ran out of candy pretty quickly. We handed out most of our flyers (I think), so hopefully we’ll get a curious person or two who will love the SCA and increase our numbers a little. If not, we had fun and looked great. We had tiny dogs and a chariot! And fencers (who fell down a lot, on purpose)! Next time, if it is cold again, I’ll wear Mughal. I learned my lesson there.
2. Played board games with the CG and Robbing Peter. Settlers of Catan brings out the worst/best in people.
3. Taught Lea to bind a Persian book. I AM SO PROUD. No, really. We did a shopping trip for supplies (and ran into a very large crowd what was blocking of much of Peachtree Street) and then bound a book, and it turned out so well. She chose a lovely turquoise and gold endpaper, and it looked awesome with the black leather binding of the cover. I think I have hooked another person. I will post photos later, once I take them.
That was pretty much it, but I am wiped afterward. Yesterday was crazy-busy, and then I did some more book binding (I have the chevron technique down, but I can’t get the pattern to show up – I think I still need to work on the number of warp threads I’m using and the material I’m using for the weft, as the silk is too flexible to lay properly).
And lastly, can anyone figure this out?
Because, well, I’m at a loss. The hood had a big Shrek on it. But seriously, Shrek? Bad. Ass. Or something.