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yakalskovich) wrote2011-06-04 05:17 pm
yakalskovich) wrote2011-06-04 05:17 pm
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Middle Ages in early May
I posted one picture at the time, but was too sick to get up the energy for an entire picture post. In fact, on the day, I felt too ill to get up the energy to take pictures much. Most of these, the Nazgul took with my camera. She has a way of looking at medieval merchandise that I quite like.-
That's the one we already had, with the 'hobby Scot' and the laaaaaang claymore. I include it again to show what our costumes were as a whole. Looking at me, you couldn't tell that I was in the grip of a nasty flu, and there was the bacterial goo coming out of my eyes -- but that is why I insisted on those anachronistic sunglasses.-
Nice posh feathery caps at the cap-maker's.
Simple linen caps for the servant folk.
A bunch of leather belt purses.
Colourful leather thongs.
My looking at bits of animal scraps, wondering whether to get any of them for my cats, but then deciding that they have lots of toys and haven't even gone through last year's sheepskin completely.
Me looking at white fur.
The sooth-saying and future-telling device is taking a 'beer break'.
A 'no bagpipes' bag. I wouldn't buy one, though -- my sister has a bagpipe, and perhaps she'll play it again one day...
The Nazgul liked this tent. It was a bit frilly.
Me looking at the potter's wares. It was the same potter as last year, where I'd got that large clay cup in my 'Quaffing' icon. I got two more of that shape and size this time.
Little beakers -- interesting perspective, though.
This large dish was so dusty, somebody had drawn smiley faces in the dust.
A very very nice fur bag.
And then, we sat under the reddish-brown awning you see in the background of the picture with the blue tent, and quaffed several rounds of mead beer from my new clay cups which incidentally happened to take 1/5 more than the standard cups they gave out at the filling stations...
And slaínte! Sitting there quaffing, I was feeling better for a bit.
And after some time quaffing, the Nazgul started brewing up new ideas. This is what a Nazgul looks like plotting and breeding bunnies...
Nice green-and-cream dress. Green-and-cream really seemed to be the new black-and-red.
Here you see a camp kitchen, and the posh folk banqueting beyond. Not all of them are in costume, but they seem to have a good time.
The bloke who had to do the washing up boiled water over the camp kitchen fire, and mixed that with colder water in bowls, and then carefully washed up in two bowls. All very medieval, apart from the liquid he used. The Nazgul and I, well soused by then, were joking about the unheard-of sight of a bloke actually washing up. Cheap sexist remarks, I know, but we were full of mead beer. On a more relevant note, the man's light linen breeches were hanging out of his leggings in a very authentic late medieval way.
Medieval washing-up didn't just draw our interest.
And then we went, caught a tram and went home. We caught it literally: - it was stopped at a corner, and I asked the driver through his window where the stop was for us to catch one, and then he opened the door and let us in because I was wheezing and coughing so badly. I hated how a few steps took it totally out of me, and was very glad I didn't have to wheeze and cough my way to the official stop and there wait for the next tram.-
That's the one we already had, with the 'hobby Scot' and the laaaaaang claymore. I include it again to show what our costumes were as a whole. Looking at me, you couldn't tell that I was in the grip of a nasty flu, and there was the bacterial goo coming out of my eyes -- but that is why I insisted on those anachronistic sunglasses.-
Nice posh feathery caps at the cap-maker's.
Simple linen caps for the servant folk.
A bunch of leather belt purses.
Colourful leather thongs.
My looking at bits of animal scraps, wondering whether to get any of them for my cats, but then deciding that they have lots of toys and haven't even gone through last year's sheepskin completely.
Me looking at white fur.
The sooth-saying and future-telling device is taking a 'beer break'.
A 'no bagpipes' bag. I wouldn't buy one, though -- my sister has a bagpipe, and perhaps she'll play it again one day...
The Nazgul liked this tent. It was a bit frilly.
Me looking at the potter's wares. It was the same potter as last year, where I'd got that large clay cup in my 'Quaffing' icon. I got two more of that shape and size this time.
Little beakers -- interesting perspective, though.
This large dish was so dusty, somebody had drawn smiley faces in the dust.
A very very nice fur bag.
And then, we sat under the reddish-brown awning you see in the background of the picture with the blue tent, and quaffed several rounds of mead beer from my new clay cups which incidentally happened to take 1/5 more than the standard cups they gave out at the filling stations...
And slaínte! Sitting there quaffing, I was feeling better for a bit.
And after some time quaffing, the Nazgul started brewing up new ideas. This is what a Nazgul looks like plotting and breeding bunnies...
Nice green-and-cream dress. Green-and-cream really seemed to be the new black-and-red.
Here you see a camp kitchen, and the posh folk banqueting beyond. Not all of them are in costume, but they seem to have a good time.
The bloke who had to do the washing up boiled water over the camp kitchen fire, and mixed that with colder water in bowls, and then carefully washed up in two bowls. All very medieval, apart from the liquid he used. The Nazgul and I, well soused by then, were joking about the unheard-of sight of a bloke actually washing up. Cheap sexist remarks, I know, but we were full of mead beer. On a more relevant note, the man's light linen breeches were hanging out of his leggings in a very authentic late medieval way.
Medieval washing-up didn't just draw our interest.
And then we went, caught a tram and went home. We caught it literally: - it was stopped at a corner, and I asked the driver through his window where the stop was for us to catch one, and then he opened the door and let us in because I was wheezing and coughing so badly. I hated how a few steps took it totally out of me, and was very glad I didn't have to wheeze and cough my way to the official stop and there wait for the next tram.-
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You do medieval events PROPERLY. Ours always look a bit shiny and half hearted.
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You should come here and do a medieval event with us...
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The Nazgul made jokes about pneumonic plague and how that was nicely fitting for the middle ages...
And yes, you should come!!