I am so glad I went. I am so glad I let thebruce
rowangolightly is a marvelous Queen.
It is, as I have known since I first met him, fun to flirt with thebruce
There is no way humanly possible for me not to adore Lady Grace Parker (I am not sure I know her real name) and I have known this from the first time I met her a year and a half ago. She is so dear and so wonderfully funny. And now she’s leaving us. *cry*
prncssvictoria is ever so much fun to play Ladies with. Making ribbon flowers to order or just with random colors was a very pleasant way to pass time and interact. I am very glad we managed at least once to get the effect she wanted and were surrounded by a veritably garden of little girls wanting flowers. Glorious.
I liked the sedate pace of the White Hart royal court. Now, granted, the grounds just weren’t all that big so the Queen and her court didn’t have to roam around just to be seen by everyone, but it was so very pleasant to spend most of our time either sitting under the shade of trees where the Queen held court, or sitting under the shade of an awning (that actually shaded in the proper direction!) for the jousts.
Speaking of the jousts, while it was a little different for the ‘dead’ knight to get up and walk off the field after the joust to the death, I think the reason might be because there were only two knights, not four, so there just weren’t enough strapping men to carry the ‘loser’ off the field. Logistics, pure and simple.
Taking little boys names and passing them on to the Queen for knighting – I can’t express how very sweet that was. They all were so very, very darling and respectful, even (and sometimes especially) the older ones. They all, boys and girls alike, would gaze with rapt attention while rowangolightly made them ladies-in-waiting or knights. So. Blessedly. Sweet.
While a tick was found crawling on my person on Saturday and TWO (count them! TWO!) were found in quick succession crawling on my person on Sunday (after I put on civvies!) I could find none actually attached to my person. This is what is called a Very Good Thing.
I learned there is a Glidewell, MO. Learn something new every day.
Speaking of learning something new, I always seem to learn something new about sunscreen placement. :p First there was the lesson about spreading it out far and low enough for the triangle of exposed skin found with a open-front chemise and an Elizabethan/Tudor gown. Two little triangles of sunburn right under the bra is quite the lesson. Then there was the lesson about getting it low enough between the breasts. Then there was the lesson about sunscreen under the chin if one wears bright white lay-down collars. This weekend’s lesson was that sunscreen meant for that open front chemise isn’t going to cut it if I wear a square-necked smock, instead. If I had been wearing one of those deafness-inducing French hoods, or my ever-so-inappropriate Spanish comb and veil or even just left my hair down like a bad little girl, I would have been fine. But no, I wore a hat with my hair in a bun and now my back for a couple inches below my neck is FRIED. I think it even burned MORE through the chemise I wore on Sunday. Ah, lessons.
I got THE best gas milage on my car ever on my trip to White Hart and then bettered it on the way home. I guess slowing down a bit really does help. Imagine!
There is one other story here, but it’s not mine to tell. Suffice to say it involved a very attractive and charming soldier man.
Ah, yes, life is good!
Edit: The woman playing Lady Bess on Sunday was much fun, too, but, while she's visually very familiar to me from KCRF, I don't even know her name.
Edit2: I was dubbed 'Lady Mischief' almost as soon as I walked in the gate and at least one person insists I lived up to it... within the first day.