Well, actually I think all the time. But not always in ways that are useful. Take this past weekend, for example. I have been looking at images of women from the 1500s in India, and they’ve got lovely henna’d hands. I had a box of it at home, so I brought it along to Coronation. And then decided that sitting on a blanket under a tree was the absolute best place to apply it to my fingers.

Observe:

Making pretty good progress! Notice that it’s in a styrofoam cup and that I am also still in garb. Yes.

Still going. I basically gave up on my feet. I’m glad for that, because

Wait, this takes how long to dry?  Four hours? Dang. I am totally going to miss feast at this rate.

Will someone remind me why I thought this was a good idea? Please? Because I can’t remember.

Getting up and then going to the bathroom was a challenge. I left a little muddy trail behind me. Thankfully Serafina was kind enough to tuck my skirt and patka into my waistband (remember, the patka is white).

But you know what? I think I looked sort of bizarrely authentic, except for the stupidity, the cardboard box, and the styrofoam cup.

It all came off okay, and I had very faint henna marks on my hands for a couple of days afterward.

Anyway. It was nice under that tree.

(Totally a secret ninja)

Fallon’s Heian Japanese garb was completely awesome.

And I did some spinning! I’m almost done with this wool, and can move on to the plying stage soon. I anticipate that MD S&W in May will see its completion.

Coronation was lovely. Their Majesties are lovely (and dance well! and have voluminous garb that requires help to put on!). Their Graces (previously Their Majesties) are lovely (and His Grace, Duke Boru, helped me dispose of some leftover Krispy Kremes). All in all, awesome.

Whew. No more events for me until Lusty Month of May, maybe. Definitely that one I’m event steward for in June. Saltare? Yeah, that one.