Last Saturday I decided to take a pass on Faire because Cam was scout camping, Jeff was killing Nazis, and Jen was birthday partying with her dad. Plus it was the kind of cold that made my scars ache like crazy and I would have been a whiny complainy mess the whole time and probably would have had to leave early.
Well, today, being the leave-it-to-the-last-minute kind of person I am, of course I left Cam's costume to the last minute and of course I ran into tons of problems. Apparently pockets are period in veneitans, so I cut out the waistband and pockets first, but that left a measly SIX inches short of fabric for the actual IMPORTANT part of the pants- the legs. No way to rescue it, and of course i'd bought the last of the bolt at the F&S outlet. I had to wait for it to open and see if I could find a suitable alternative. I found something both awesome AND inexpensive for both venetians and doublet, and spent just as much on notions as I did on the fabric. I had figured I'd be able to whip out the venetians in no time (took 7 hours) and no way was I going to work on a doublet- forget it! Plus, the back pattern piece seemed a couple of inches short in the waist. Cam's a bit chubby around the midle
I had quickly remeasured the waistband and kneebands because they seemed so large, which they were, so I trimmed them down. I had some confusion about the fly, which I sort of figured out. I got him home to try what I had on, and Jeff was furious at him for calling his faire costume stupid and why does he have to come home when he could be at afterschool plaing Magic with his friends. Of course Jeff was berating him. The kid is a jerk, but can't do anything right, including apologizing. He spends way too much apologizing and not enough time considering what he does. It's not like he doesn't understand that WE are the people that make all the fun in his life possible- faire, scouts, lacrosse, scouting, surfing, sailing, museums. Ugh. The entitlement makes me want to take everything away for a year and give him a library card and a change of clothes. He can wash his outfit every night and make his own damned lunch.
Well, the waistband AND kneebands were too small- after I'd pleated everything to it. Sigh. I did a workaround, but it still isn't nice. I had to make a triangular codpiece thing to cover the shortness of the waistband and for this weekend (Saturday, at least, he'll have to be pinned in and in an OLD way too small jerkin thing that he won't wear anyway because he's too hot. It's gone from being 40 degrees last Saturday on departure to 70. The high should be in the 90s. Ick. I hate both extremes.
So Jeff wasn't going to faire, now he is. It's not fair to me when he doesn't go because I enjoy going with him, and then when he's not there, I have to drive both ways, tired, and deal with Cam the whole time- no break, no fun. It makes me not want to go at all. Forget them both, and I'll just go be a WFAD.
Faire is giving ambulatory people who have a disabled placard a hard time. Ugh. I can't get the wagon out of the car, and parking out front I can get people to get the cart in and out of the car. Apparently, Carlos opened a big can of ADA worms asking people for their placard numbers. I'm good walking, as long as my cart is offloaded in front of the front gate. And reloaded at the end of the day. If Jeff's not there, I'll have to find someone
Now it's time for bed. Jen's coming over for oatmeal and lattes at 7:15. Early. (Apparently Yeoman Fletcher was asking after me on Sunday... nice. I repaired my bloomers, so Lessa will not need to water my lady garden when I pass out with my skirts over my head (not that I'm planning on doing any passing out.) I hope they're a reasonable fit now. I haven't worn them in about 10 years. Just wearing bike shorts, but I think bloomers might be lighter and not as warm, which should help in the heat.
(I keep falling asleep in the middle of sentences... ) so, any way, it's time for gooding and hopefully a fabulous faire first day.
Hopefully some pictures on Sunday of faire.
