Home again, home again

My not-quite-whirlwind trip to Pennsic was a blast! Yes, we melted into puddles of goo on Friday and Saturday. Yes, the heavens opened Saturday night and drowned us through Sunday night. But my spirits were not dampened (ha ha) by sweat or rain. And the glorious weather on Monday just about made up for the miserable temperatures and humidity of the weekend.

I visited with far- (and near-) flung friends all over the site. I got my yearly pulled pork sandwich from Beast & Boar, my yearly frozen milk sharbats (five of them, one of which was purchased by a handsome gent and sent my way) from Your Inner Vagabond, and a chocolate milk from the Cooper's store. I also marched with Atlantia for opening ceremonies. Her Majesty saw the Ponte Alto Palio Flag Corps at Ponte Alto's twentieth anniversary event and asked that we march with a routine. Cassie, pirategirleee, and I were placed at the head of the line just behind the pikemen (and women) of Gardiner's Company and ahead of Their Majesties. Despite the rain and mud during our journey from Atlantian Royal to the Barn, we spun our flags and provided a bit of extra pomp to the occasion. (The SCA paparazzi were out in force, but I have yet to see photos...)


I also shopped like my life depended upon it.
The Haul

• Blue linen gown, thin linen smock, and brown leather shoes for me and a Longsword DVD for Scott from Revival Clothing
  
• Blue linen thread with which to tailor the back of the above-mentioned gown before Opening Ceremonies
  
• Fuschia wool hose and black silk hose from Vitha
  
• Lotion bar from Beatriz
  
• Parti-color purse in blue & yellow linen and a "swoopy" brooch with blue and yellow stones from Billy & Charlie
  
• Two linen coifs for me and a pair of 15th century briefs for Scott from Historic Enterprises
  
• Red felted wool "Robin Hood" hat from somebody...
  
• Normal pattens and raised pattens from Armlann
  
• Lots of fabric from 96 District: brown cotton tapestry, super thin white linen, medium-weight black linen, and tropical-weight black wool

There were no forced marches around the lake, but there were many laps through the merchants with my fellow campmates, delicious dinners, impromptu -- and sometimes inappropriate -- songs, and lots of laughter. I am so grateful to Duchess Simone for letting me bunk in her pavilion for the weekend. My interest in the SCA is renewed and I am looking forward to going to Coronation in October. Perhaps I'll even use some of my recently-acquired fabric for a new ensemble... And I'm actually looking forward to going back for a full week next year.


Ye Olde Mead Hovel (not my camp)