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Unexpected faire
Feb. 21st, 2010 01:06 pmWhen we stopped with Dolle Griet last December, I promised myself to not visit the next ten or twenty faires. I didn't feel like all the hassle and all the stress, and I'd just gotten out of the business.
I was really rather surprised to find myself clutching a free ticket last week. I didn't have a clue how she'd pulled it of -- be it by masterminding or careful manipulation -- but I would be going to help out Steelweaver and Twilightbanana at their Queen Ring stand.
When I woke up yesterdaymorning, I had really slept rather badly. Add to that the fact that the costume I wanted to wear didn't fit. Only when I was completely stuck in it did NoKey say "Oh, yes, that's a little tight on me as well."
I didn't want to wear a dress, I couldn't find the acetate tunic, so I wore a linen, semi-medieval green sack of a tunic and sprinted out the door.
I arrived an hour later in Rijswijk and started looking for the Queen Ring stand, finding it in the end after several people greeting me warmly and asking me if we were back with our business. I plunked down my heavy packpack, shared the thermos of tea with Steelweaver and belted on my small knife and pouch.
I arranged anklets and a bracelet and later sat just outside the stand to work on my chainmaile. I remembered plenty of reasons why I loathed these kinds of venues and these kinds of faires. I always seem to attract the clingy, whiny people who suck the living daylights out of me. Those kinds of people who stand just a little bit too close and tell you all about how their neighbour / friend / cousin / brother's pet also makes jewelry. It's like they want to say "You're cool, but look at me, I'm cool too, because I know this guy that does..."
I'll also spare a moment for the people who act like they're the cat's ass, wearing their lolita steampunk or porn outfits, prancing around glaring down at their noses at everyone. I was nearly run down by a pair of Free Hugs people, which is a feat since I'm solidly built, and I was very glad to not have to be the prettiest one in the faire because I had a shop. I felt quite comfortable in my potato sack tunic and my sweatpants.
But there was something good too. As much as I promised myself not to go to a faire for a while, I did help out Steelweaver like the loyal dog the Chinese zodiac says I am. She's my friend and I'll happily help out a friend if I can.
I had coffee with H'eldaran and his father, which was fun, and I spoke to some really nice people I know from my times in the booth. I worked on my chainmail and spoke to some fun people as well as the clingy ones. I bought cheese and cherry mead, and closures for some bracelets and got inspired to make a beaded byzantine choker in black, copper and purple for Marianne as her threadwork amethyst necklace is about to fall apart.
After the faire closed, Keffie arranged a ride for me with Kim. I offered to drop by with whisky and spent the evening at Keffie's house with Leona, Kim, and Jos (not my brother). We talked about totems, watched Hellboy, and drank whisky. I was home far too late, but I was energised and relaxed.
I was really rather surprised to find myself clutching a free ticket last week. I didn't have a clue how she'd pulled it of -- be it by masterminding or careful manipulation -- but I would be going to help out Steelweaver and Twilightbanana at their Queen Ring stand.
When I woke up yesterdaymorning, I had really slept rather badly. Add to that the fact that the costume I wanted to wear didn't fit. Only when I was completely stuck in it did NoKey say "Oh, yes, that's a little tight on me as well."
I didn't want to wear a dress, I couldn't find the acetate tunic, so I wore a linen, semi-medieval green sack of a tunic and sprinted out the door.
I arrived an hour later in Rijswijk and started looking for the Queen Ring stand, finding it in the end after several people greeting me warmly and asking me if we were back with our business. I plunked down my heavy packpack, shared the thermos of tea with Steelweaver and belted on my small knife and pouch.
I arranged anklets and a bracelet and later sat just outside the stand to work on my chainmaile. I remembered plenty of reasons why I loathed these kinds of venues and these kinds of faires. I always seem to attract the clingy, whiny people who suck the living daylights out of me. Those kinds of people who stand just a little bit too close and tell you all about how their neighbour / friend / cousin / brother's pet also makes jewelry. It's like they want to say "You're cool, but look at me, I'm cool too, because I know this guy that does..."
I'll also spare a moment for the people who act like they're the cat's ass, wearing their lolita steampunk or porn outfits, prancing around glaring down at their noses at everyone. I was nearly run down by a pair of Free Hugs people, which is a feat since I'm solidly built, and I was very glad to not have to be the prettiest one in the faire because I had a shop. I felt quite comfortable in my potato sack tunic and my sweatpants.
But there was something good too. As much as I promised myself not to go to a faire for a while, I did help out Steelweaver like the loyal dog the Chinese zodiac says I am. She's my friend and I'll happily help out a friend if I can.
I had coffee with H'eldaran and his father, which was fun, and I spoke to some really nice people I know from my times in the booth. I worked on my chainmail and spoke to some fun people as well as the clingy ones. I bought cheese and cherry mead, and closures for some bracelets and got inspired to make a beaded byzantine choker in black, copper and purple for Marianne as her threadwork amethyst necklace is about to fall apart.
After the faire closed, Keffie arranged a ride for me with Kim. I offered to drop by with whisky and spent the evening at Keffie's house with Leona, Kim, and Jos (not my brother). We talked about totems, watched Hellboy, and drank whisky. I was home far too late, but I was energised and relaxed.
