Stranger Things Have Happened. Maybe.

Ragnhildr Thorisdottir in late period garb, bottle feeding an infant.

I kid you not.

Not the most flattering pic of me (my 3/4 profile is just icky), but I finally found the RIGHT hat for my working class kirtle. I added a kercheif over the back of my neck to tuck into my neckline (soaked in water – air conditioning and sunprotection on the hot days). In full length reflections, I go “damn, I look good!”. The 10lbs I lost last month shronk the bewbies enough that it was a losing battle keeping them up in the full and locked position. Ner. I finally had enough of them falling down into the untold depths of bodice, and hiked them up (ow, nipple!) in the Target parking lot on the way in…did that whole “wench adjustment thing”. Talk about freaking the mundanes. Bwahahaha. The hat also is just wide enough to cover the delicate white skin that is my cleavage, too.

Lesse, also got a white fox tail, a red fox tail for Vik (she’s back off off-market), drank yummy birch beer, watched silly Seattle Knights and the seemingly un-war-horse-like mounts play along the banks of the Columbia river, kibbitzed, wandered, general Ren Faire Stuff. Lost my blasted new sunglasses (how irksome).

Towards the end of the day, I had my fill, wanting to find the “right” leather belt pouch (didn’t happen, more later), and a white fox tail (just gotta say the big puffy white fox tail down the back of fantastic pleats on the red kirtle was pretty cool), I saw this kid walking around in the Kilt Getup, wearing a large collandar on his head for a helm, and a 5 foot long food service whisk in a sword sling. Effing PERFECT. I set my basket down to get my camera out.

No Camera. Holy @#%$!

Remaining calm, I make the rounds of the places I know I stopped and set the basket down (usually on ground under my skirt), and no one had found it. I didn’t flip out, get emotional, or anything. Just extremely annoyed and vowing the Hex the Muther@#$!er to stole it out of my basket. After reporting it to the event staff, Vik and I took off.

Mind you this is MY CAMERA. My $300 4MP Kodak with a sizeable memory card in it.

We get to the mall a bit later, and not 2 minutes out of the car, Greenwood calls me back to say someone turned in my camera to lost and found. HOLY COW.

So, I leave her to get a head start at Lane Bryant, while I drive back across Kennewick and into Richland back to park to get my camera. They also turned in my sunglasses. Y’know, I was thinking all along, my Karma isn’t THAT bad. I guess I didn’t flip out for a reason. Just makes me wonder what the heck my head was doing so far up my kaboose that I set the camera AND sunglasses down somewhere and walked away. Not like there was much eyecandy about. Just doesn’t make any sense!

Oh oh, and I got the thumb through The Tudor Tailer. Can I say wooooooooooooooooooooow. Now top of list of “Books to Buy Before I’m Dead”. Totally STUNNING. #2 is POF, of course.

After returning to the Mall, we pillage Lane Bryant. Panties (good ones) 5/$20, good selection fo bras half off, clearance 60% off. Vik went hog wild (after all, break up with someone, get new underwear, right?) and I got the 5 pair of knickers, a matching bra to one of them, and a pair of linen trousers. Then to Target (kewl place) for general check-things-out. I found a pair of really neato silver toned earrings in the shape of wings (earwings!) and the set of mini liquid measuring cups to match my set of regular sized measuring cups. I <3 OXO. A side trip to Joanns right after we left Greenwood yielded a yard+ of cute kitty-cat print fabric for Himself’s boxer (haha!). I guess if he doesn’t like the fabric that much (he kind went, ooookaaaay…), I got enough to make myself a pair. *smirk*

Then the 90 minute drive back to Round Up City. I’z tired now. Been headachey all day and the two Fiorinal didn’t *touch* it.