I Didn't Just Wake Up This Morning With A Craving
I Write To Stop Time
You may be disappointed if you fail, but you are doomed if you don’t try. Beverly Sills
Write about a time you tried something and you were glad you did. What was it, and how did it turn out?
Becoming a Rennie and acting in a fair was not something I thought I would ever do: My husband introduced us both to the whole thing.
If we were having coffee, we would be here for a long time since its been awhile since we met! We had birthday parties, both in Ohio and in St. Louis. (Oh yeah, Wee One is two. What did you do that she has to be two? 🙂
What happens when life goes on?
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.
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.
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.
In my guild at the Ren Fair, we’re going to make t-shirts and stuff for this year’s cast. This past week, we were presented with the opportunity to come up with a new slogan which would require a new image. (Our guild chief got conked in the back of a head during the keg toss – and he was a good 20 feet away.) We were talking about other slogans, kind of playing on that incident (which could have been horrible but wasn’t,) and I drew a few sketches of a sheep in a kilt to work with it.
I don’t know if they will be used and I’m trying to surrender any expectations I have to that end, but it felt nice to do. I’ve never tried to draw anything for anything other than my own enjoyment before. (Perhaps for good reason.. 🙂
I even gave them both names.
                  
I Didn't Just Wake Up This Morning With A Craving 