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So I am back from Pennsic, and quite a war it was--if not in the sense that most people mean it, because I did not see a single battle, and had absolutely no notion on how the tally was going. The entire first half of the week was chiefly swallowed by last-minute sweatshops to finish up a sideless surcoat for a sewing buddy who was being elevated to the Order of the Laurel at court on Wed. evening, which we accomplished, with just enough time to clean up and change and sneak into the back before the ceremony. (There are several disparate rants which are attached to all of that, but I won't get into it now.) It did look fucking awesome, I'm here to tell you. But it is not what I want to spend my vacation doing, so our mantra for next year is Read My Lips, No New Peerages.

The weather was hot and sticky for just about the whole time, except the first night, which was ass-freezing cold (and due to a certain amount of bed jumping, I ended up with insufficient blanketry). This drained my energy and my will to live considerable-like, especially since with other commitments in play I couldn't spend the nasty hours planted in the swimming hole. I'm stuck facing the fact that my chosen century in conjunction with my natural endowment dooms me to unhappiness in hot weather. (LITTLE ICE AGE, PEOPLE!) I was reasonably comfortable in my lighter gamurra, but, I mean, wah. I also kept stealing Beth's bog dress, and was surprised to learn I could wear it without a bra and not be utterly miserable, at least as long as I was just lounging and walking--trying to perform tasks in it (even just washing the dishes or picking up around camp) led to bQQbie issues.

I did, however, exhibit in the A&S display for the first time. I had been dithering about it but, upon receipt of a double-barrelled blast from Beth and Greta, I was all "aaaaaaaaaaa yes yes please don't hurt me", and bodged together some docco on Friday. The display was two dresses, my older green GFD top layer (which I was wearing) and my new checked wool one (on the table), with comments on the differences and learnings gathered therefrom. Mine did not garner a lot of attention from the punters, because it is not ZOMG SHINY, but I was prepared for that; and almost without exception, the people who did stop to take note of it were the serious cats. And I believe I handled the questions they threw at me in a competent fashion. So, I think that can be considered a win. And at least I finished the eyelets on my other new dress in the six fucking hours I was sitting in the sun.

However, about 3 or 4 people either asked if, or assumed that, I had woven the fabric myself. O_O If that's the level we're dealing with, I am so fucking going back to wench-wear. (A propos of which, Real Clothes are too hard to get into and out of, so for Slutty Party Wear I am going to research period prostitute clothing, if indeed it was much different, and see if I can come up with something entertaining. Oh look, more excuses to watch Dangerous Beauty.)

I got a shiny! I have been awarded the Bronze Tower for service to the Barony of Settmour Swamp, chiefly for my helping-out on Troll shifts for Swamp events, and other instances of being my usual domovoi self. I even have a scroll.

Um. Also. There was this boy.
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I feel like me again for the first time in years, and by that I mean "long before the breakup".
To mangosteen: That "GLAH" business you used to bust my chops about? That.

There's a trend for people to have separate LJs (or whatever) for different aspects of their lives. Some do it as a way of not flooding their readership with what they feel might be uninteresting data about diet, organization, work, etc. Others do it as a privacy measure, to keep readership group A separate from readership group B.

I never have considered this, because a) I'm not exactly Posty McPoster in the first place so I don't reckon there's any danger of your entire friends page being made up of All Me, and b) I feel strongly, or perhaps "mulish" is more accurate, about not having to deny, conceal, or even draw a filmy scarf of edge-blurring over any part of who I am. I'm fortunate enough in my work and surrounds that there aren't any potential real-life consequences (and I do realize how lucky I am in that regard), so there did not seem to be any practical reason to do so, my inclinations aside.

On the third hand... Though I am a good bunny and put raunchy stuff under an LJ-cut and mark it clearly, thus rendering my journal safe for consumption by those who may not want to know that much about me Thank You Very Much And Good Night, I know and you know that when the link is sitting there, alluring in its seductive not-clicked-on color, even if you are pretty sure you don't want to know, there's a good 85% chance *at least* that you'll click on it. This isn't me being egotistical; it's not got to do with my journal in particular, it's that irresistible urge of the slightly-opened diary. And I wonder whether it might not be a more courteous course of action to withdraw all that sort of content to a wholly separate location, much in the same spirit that I take care to put away the sex toys and the nekkid art books when Grandma comes to visit, not because I'm ashamed of who I am, but because I know her boundaries are in a very different place and I love her and don't want her to be uncomfortable. But: Is that what it is? Or am I ghettoizing my raunchy, kinky, sex-oriented self? Also--am I unconsciously censoring myself here, and would I feel freer to post more in a separate location? (That last is not a question for YOU lot. In case it wasn't clear. Ahem.)

Therefore:
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