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This weekend was just a clutter of happenings that my poor stuffed-up-head-achy-body somehow managed to keep together, but not without a significant quantity of whining. (To all that were subjected to the whining, my apologies. My appetite has been out of control lately, and being hungry makes me cranky. Being sick makes me cranky. Being tardy makes me cranky. Having to maintain charges on a bevy of electronic devices makes me cranky. And not enough sleep makes me cranky. Guess what I did this weekend? If you guessed all of the above, you would be correct.)
Since I am neither a fighter nor a Rose, my only means of measuring success for the Rose Tourney was how much fun my "superstars" were having. I attended in support of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sirzig, gwyneth1362, and quackersbob, with some peripheral service provided to other members of my household who were unable to attend but required representation at the event anyway. I think I met all my obligations adequately - though perhaps with a touch less cheer and flair than normal, nonetheless, my "superstars" seem pleased with the outcome of the event. quackersbob was a regular rockstar and sirzig mentally high-fived him for a good portion of the drive home for maximizing the number of ladies that the Von Kulmbach household could make cry (in the good way) during court. They even managed to wring a tear or two out of my stoic face, so I must admit they managed to count coup on me too. gwyneth1362 says she had a good time despite the fact that her Duke was unable to attend, and sirzig made her cry like... 3 times... Too bad we didn't get a chance to hang out in the hotel and have some drinks just to wrap up the catharsis of the day with a tidy bow! Maybe next time! The Duke can be there and we will all have celebratory scotch and therefore the ladies will have a good excuse for having red-tipped-noses and slightly watery eyes.
My unexpected wins for the weekend were the Blue Corn Pancakes at the Sunny Side Up. (Dude. Naturally purple pancakes made with blue corn meal with whole kernels of yellow corn in them for contrast! Pretty AND Yummy!) AND I found Swiss Military Gaitors for $10 in a thrift store forsirzig to wear over his cleats while fighting. I had a pair of them about a decade ago, and they were the first thing I thought of when Zig said that he wanted something to cover up his cleats when he fights. Seeing them in a shop window in Minneapolis brought me to a SCREECHING halt and I went in to buy them on the spot... When I showed them to sirzig he made me take him back to the shop so that he could CLEAN OUT THEIR ENTIRE STOCK (2 more pairs) so that he'd have one to take apart for a pattern, one to wear, and maybe one to lend out to Squires with Unpleasing Footwear. On the way out of the shop, I got to make jokes about his "sack full of gaitors," too, which was a bonus.
Since the trip home was made during daylight hours, I got to catch up on some of the knitting that I intended to do at the event. I managed to do a good 20 or so rows on what I'm beginning to think of as the "eternal project" which is actually the pair of Elenora of Toledo stockings thatvalkyr8 has managed to finish 3 pairs of in the last year. I imagine progress is much more noticeable if one is spending more time on them than just to bus-ride to and from work...
While I was at the event, I got another prezzie fromfeeferj who was the most FANTASTIC SURPRISE ARTIST EVER and bought me a couple of the books on my Amazon.com wishlist. It's not even my birthday! (That's NOT why I posted the link, btw, but the fact that she jumped on it that quick is one of the many reasons why I love her.) Now I'm only expecting 5 more packages until I can stop calling Zig from work every day to ask him if anything came in the mail... I hope my roving arrives today... otherwise this evening will be all about making more progress on these stockings.
Since I am neither a fighter nor a Rose, my only means of measuring success for the Rose Tourney was how much fun my "superstars" were having. I attended in support of
sirzig, gwyneth1362, and quackersbob, with some peripheral service provided to other members of my household who were unable to attend but required representation at the event anyway. I think I met all my obligations adequately - though perhaps with a touch less cheer and flair than normal, nonetheless, my "superstars" seem pleased with the outcome of the event. quackersbob was a regular rockstar and sirzig mentally high-fived him for a good portion of the drive home for maximizing the number of ladies that the Von Kulmbach household could make cry (in the good way) during court. They even managed to wring a tear or two out of my stoic face, so I must admit they managed to count coup on me too. gwyneth1362 says she had a good time despite the fact that her Duke was unable to attend, and sirzig made her cry like... 3 times... Too bad we didn't get a chance to hang out in the hotel and have some drinks just to wrap up the catharsis of the day with a tidy bow! Maybe next time! The Duke can be there and we will all have celebratory scotch and therefore the ladies will have a good excuse for having red-tipped-noses and slightly watery eyes. My unexpected wins for the weekend were the Blue Corn Pancakes at the Sunny Side Up. (Dude. Naturally purple pancakes made with blue corn meal with whole kernels of yellow corn in them for contrast! Pretty AND Yummy!) AND I found Swiss Military Gaitors for $10 in a thrift store for
sirzig to wear over his cleats while fighting. I had a pair of them about a decade ago, and they were the first thing I thought of when Zig said that he wanted something to cover up his cleats when he fights. Seeing them in a shop window in Minneapolis brought me to a SCREECHING halt and I went in to buy them on the spot... When I showed them to sirzig he made me take him back to the shop so that he could CLEAN OUT THEIR ENTIRE STOCK (2 more pairs) so that he'd have one to take apart for a pattern, one to wear, and maybe one to lend out to Squires with Unpleasing Footwear. On the way out of the shop, I got to make jokes about his "sack full of gaitors," too, which was a bonus. Since the trip home was made during daylight hours, I got to catch up on some of the knitting that I intended to do at the event. I managed to do a good 20 or so rows on what I'm beginning to think of as the "eternal project" which is actually the pair of Elenora of Toledo stockings that
valkyr8 has managed to finish 3 pairs of in the last year. I imagine progress is much more noticeable if one is spending more time on them than just to bus-ride to and from work... While I was at the event, I got another prezzie from
feeferj who was the most FANTASTIC SURPRISE ARTIST EVER and bought me a couple of the books on my Amazon.com wishlist. It's not even my birthday! (That's NOT why I posted the link, btw, but the fact that she jumped on it that quick is one of the many reasons why I love her.) Now I'm only expecting 5 more packages until I can stop calling Zig from work every day to ask him if anything came in the mail... I hope my roving arrives today... otherwise this evening will be all about making more progress on these stockings.Tags:
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I'm actually somewhat disappointed with the beginning of the stocking, as I had quite a few ladders where the tension was messed up by the transition from one needle to the next. I eventually learned to hide that spot by moving it over by a few stitches on every row, and I know that *most* of the problem areas will be hidden by the cuff folding over - but I will still probably be tempted to knit 3 stockings for Dennis... The first "yucky" one and two good ones. Then, at least, he will have a "test stocking" for the washing and possibly dying.
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Seriously, I wasn't broke, and I totally owe you for the hotel.