My, How Time Flies!

When last we spoke, Yours Truly had returned from Village Faire, awash in the warm afterglow of Medieval Muppetry.

Since then we have: attended Panhandle (BIG fun had by ALL); survived the post-Panhandle I-10 Hurricane and Flood Watch (NO fun had by ANYONE); sewn up a surcoat and survived a NearDeathExperience involving Amanda's brakes deciding to go on leave without so much as a memo or email.

Details follow:

Panhandle Skirmishes; A fine, fine event....much revelry both nights in the company of old friends We Do Not Get To See Often Enough, and sweet bardics. Yours Truly "fenced" until the shoulder was slightly injured and was acutally witnessed Sleeping In a Tent. Voluntarily. Dear Mooboy still hasn't fenced me, though...hmmm...

The I-10 Hurricane Party: Apparently, in a valiant attempt to make up for a lackluster season, all the rain you normally get in a Cat 1 storm fell on I-10 starting approximately 45 seconds before the clsoe of the event and ending 45 seconds after we all turned onto I-75. I can now Officially Say that I Will Never Suffer a Stroke, because if that ride didn't do it to me, mere clogged arteries stand NO chance...

Sewing Surcoats: Sweetsheep and Jilll1 have taught Yours Truly how to sew. So, of course, I have butchered VERY expensive velvet in the process. You see, when we measured out the pattern for the surcoat, Yours TRuly was possessed fo significantly more line-backer qulaity shoulders than we currently possess. So the SURCOAT is very off-the-shoulder. Greart sexy look, but not for the 14thc.

Luckily, I was buying our bolts of the stuff, so it CAn be re-cut and sewn properly tonight. Under adult supervision.

Also, brakes that don't work are Not Fun. But, Moi and the Boy made it home safely anyway and Darling man is fixing the brakes as we speak, to the tune of $800. How was YOUR month?

Coming Soon:
The Great Martinmas Moot Parade of Peers

Much hugs,
Alysoun