Photo 1: “There are far too many hanker-chiefs for just one man to handle…”
Photo 2: “My Queen had dropped something! Stay your hand your highness, I shall retrieve your trinket. My ladies, please control yourselves…”
Photo 3: “The hanker-chief has been returned to your most gentle hand, my Queen.”
Photo 4: *whispering sweet nothings into the royal ear* I believe she enjoyed it.
Gearing up for faire.
Is an interesting one. Between drunk Facebook messages from my sister who is currently on Canada, to a pigeon nearly flying straight into my face and clipping my head with its wing. I’d just like for class to be over so I can go home, make a drink, sew, wake up absurdly early and let gloriousness ensue.
Seriously had the best day. Today is just painful, though. I’m sore all over, I don’t even know how it happened. I blame all the children who kept fighting us and inevitable knocking us to the ground in triumphant victory. My voice is slowly dissipating from excessive battle cries. I completely forgot about the blue paint all over my back, so my tan sheets are now a light shade of blue. Ah, I’m just extremely disappointed I’m probably not going to be able to go again. Although, I have been every weekend since opening. It’s been a good summer, thus far. Pict pictures should hopefully be online soon. I hope they’ll be as awesome as I think they will be. Plans for tonight consist of going home, doing laundry (we’ll see how good my sewing skills hold up against a wash), crack open the bottle of imported beer my step father left me, crash on the couch, throw on some Doctor Who and not move for 8+ hours.
I really miss summer…and faire.