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Oct. 11th, 2005 07:58 amMmmmmm, yum. The faire dust was better this weekend than King's Pentathelon, but still, more than my system is happy with.
Overall a good weekend. It waasn't as hectic as we'd expected, just busy enough to not get bored. The crowds were more engaged in some events, completely oblivious in others. (Why the stone toss and stone carry impress the boogans so much more than the cabers, I don't know.) Had sparse participation in the tug-of-war Sunday, so it devolved into silliness.
Jana delivered my new bodice to By on Saturday, and there was much rejoicing. My back felt sooooo much better Sunday night, than after a day in the old one. And the fabric is yummy--just the perfect shades of brown brocade, with a bit of gold.
Did have time to do some shopping this weekend. Bought a pair of turned wooden gobleets for ourselves, cedar for me, walnut for By, and little turned wooden shot glasses in butternut (I think) because they were inexpensive and oh-so-cute. Safe for hot liquids or alcohol, and much lighter than what we were using. By let me get some shinies, too. A funny little spiral wire hair ornament, because I've oggled them for years, and a curved piece of wire with dangly bead things that hooks over the ear like the earpiece on glasses (it looks much cooler than it sounds, honest). Both purchased with intent to use as patterns...I've got a better selection of beads than what the vendor had out, and access to more through Cammie. Speaking of beads...I'd wanted to go back and oggle the dichroic glass stuff some more, but that booth was full of something completely different. Very disappointing.
Sat through some mediocre madrigals sung by a nicely dressed group of older folks, I've seen them out there before. Also sat through a group called Aisling's Bards, who completely butchereed, nay, crucified "Drunken Sailor" and "Scarborough Fair". I'm not sure if the group intended themselves to be a comedy act, or the quality was just laughably comic. The matronly woman in scary plaid who sang soprano had a nice voice, and generally stayed on pitch, the guitarist was decent, as was the dulcimer player. They would have done better to keep the violinist on her instrument, rather than have her sing--an average alto with delusions of higher things (and ranges), with no hope of achieving them. And she had a better sense of pitch on her violin than with her voice. Flat. Very flat. Painfully flat. Couldn't identify which member of the group was singing sharp to her flat, but the one voice flat and one sharp do not a true pitch make. And one would think that this far into the faire, they'd know all the words to the songs (especially with the song books in front of them), but apparently not.
Overall a good weekend. It waasn't as hectic as we'd expected, just busy enough to not get bored. The crowds were more engaged in some events, completely oblivious in others. (Why the stone toss and stone carry impress the boogans so much more than the cabers, I don't know.) Had sparse participation in the tug-of-war Sunday, so it devolved into silliness.
Jana delivered my new bodice to By on Saturday, and there was much rejoicing. My back felt sooooo much better Sunday night, than after a day in the old one. And the fabric is yummy--just the perfect shades of brown brocade, with a bit of gold.
Did have time to do some shopping this weekend. Bought a pair of turned wooden gobleets for ourselves, cedar for me, walnut for By, and little turned wooden shot glasses in butternut (I think) because they were inexpensive and oh-so-cute. Safe for hot liquids or alcohol, and much lighter than what we were using. By let me get some shinies, too. A funny little spiral wire hair ornament, because I've oggled them for years, and a curved piece of wire with dangly bead things that hooks over the ear like the earpiece on glasses (it looks much cooler than it sounds, honest). Both purchased with intent to use as patterns...I've got a better selection of beads than what the vendor had out, and access to more through Cammie. Speaking of beads...I'd wanted to go back and oggle the dichroic glass stuff some more, but that booth was full of something completely different. Very disappointing.
Sat through some mediocre madrigals sung by a nicely dressed group of older folks, I've seen them out there before. Also sat through a group called Aisling's Bards, who completely butchereed, nay, crucified "Drunken Sailor" and "Scarborough Fair". I'm not sure if the group intended themselves to be a comedy act, or the quality was just laughably comic. The matronly woman in scary plaid who sang soprano had a nice voice, and generally stayed on pitch, the guitarist was decent, as was the dulcimer player. They would have done better to keep the violinist on her instrument, rather than have her sing--an average alto with delusions of higher things (and ranges), with no hope of achieving them. And she had a better sense of pitch on her violin than with her voice. Flat. Very flat. Painfully flat. Couldn't identify which member of the group was singing sharp to her flat, but the one voice flat and one sharp do not a true pitch make. And one would think that this far into the faire, they'd know all the words to the songs (especially with the song books in front of them), but apparently not.
