I Didn't Just Wake Up This Morning With A Craving
I Write To Stop Time
If we were having coffee, you would want to hear about Tortuga, the pirate festival I went in Oregon last weekend. I can’t tell you about this without giving you the context of the weekend, which a friend came out to visit with us.
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If we were having coffee, we would have trouble finding a place to sit. It’s busy in here today! You remark, but then remember this neighborhood is hosting an apple picking festival. Will they start selling cider? I wonder aloud, remembering ciders I’d had over the years. There was a booth at one of renaissance fairs named the “Cup and Chaucer,” which I think is so delightful. They had hot cider on sale for $2, and as my first morning drink, it sounded awesome. It wasn’t until I started sipping that I realized it wasn’t alcoholic, (hence the low price.) I also realized the hot drink in my pewter mug meant burned my lips and tongue.
This is my first Renfaire with the Wee One and the first day was difficult for many reasons. But it’s such an important part of my life that I can’t bear to stop doing it. Like all other things with my Wee One, it’s figuring out how to adjust.
It takes special kind of planning. I’m still breastfeeding so I don’t have to bring special food for her, but I do have to make period appropriate arrangements for naps and physical activity.
And garb, of course. I loved making her garb.
But you need to drink ample water in the days approaching fair, as well as the day of, and be plenty rested.
When I create my annual challenges, this one called the 51/51 Challenge, I like to include things that encourage me to be creative. (Wonder about the 51/51 Challenge? Look HERE!) To that end, one of the goals this year was to build up the Alba Garrison pinterest boards and blog site.
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You know how songs call back memories? I love that (I mean, usually. Sometimes the memories are bad and I don’t want to see them again.)
For this summer, I think I already have my song(s). The first is “Magic” by Coldplay. I don’t know how old it really is, but it was the background music in a video about the St. Louis Renaissance Fair this year. It’s dreamy, soft and other-worldly, just like my memories of the summer and the fair.
Or, the song would be “Moyturra” by Pictus, and Irish drum and bagpipe group, kind of local. My renaissance guild leader knew about them and recruited them to play during our Celtic weekend at the Faire. They used our camp as a home base, and even performed played one of their shows under one of our covered areas when the rain was too bad. Now, whenever I hear this song, I am standing by the tree behind the crowd next to my friend Jason, and we’re both standing in the drizzle, watching this band play their hearts out, watching our glen fill with people. It was gorgeous. Go to their website and check them out!
What would your song be?
Maybe a week ago, there was a WordPress prompt about the different “me” I am when I’m in different situations and what would happen if two or more of my mes ran into each other.
Hello friends
I have a paint question for you. There is a sign painted on plywood that my guild used during the Ren Fair that had our name and a cute picture on it. We’ve decided to paint over it, and I have volunteered to do that. My question is this:
What is a good paint to use on plywood that is outside?
Nothing that will run or wash away, and something that takes to wood. I will be posting pictures as I work on this project: Thank you for your help!
But it was not what I thought it would be, alas.
As part of my 2014 36/36 challenge, I had given myself the task of singing at the faire, either by myself or with a tenor who works the lanes playing a bard. We even talked about the tune we would sing together.
This was part of my 36/36 challenge, but it was not quite what I thought it would be. 🙂
I pictured myself singing a little ditty, or standing with Alex, our Bard, in a lane to sing something else. Instead, I sang “I’m a Little Teapot” for my guild.
I had left my mug behind one Saturday night and our guild leader had snagged it for safekeeping. The penance, or cost for it, however, was singing something silly. If I had been someone else, he said, it would have been worse.
So I accomplished this goal, just not in a way that I thought I would.
This is my second-to-last weekend of my first season as a Scots cast member of a Ren Faire, and I’ll miss it. It was a bit of a slow start for me, but I’m fully bought in now, for many reasons:
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This is a weekly post I do to highlight blogs or bloggers who have inspired me in some way during this week – another car on my imagination train!
As you may or may not know, to make the most of my interest in relationships,to stimulate the research corners of my brain and to give legitimacy to my findings, I have been trying to get into a PhD program for the past two years. I have been turned down from 18 programs in total, both in social work and in social psychology, and I’m bummed.
Continue reading “Inspiration Engine 11 – PhD, Stories and Maps”
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