Well, it was a long, tiring, rewarding weekend. So much so, that it's taken until Tuesday for me to write about it.
For the past two years, my laurel has been working away planning to host the Knowne World Music and Dance Symposium. A few months ago, she asked me to do two things, 1.) Cook the dayboard for Friday afternoon and 2.) make her a new gown.
Well, a shopping trip during the time she was with me for cutting and draping the gown turned one gown into two. There was this absolutely gorgeous, deep blue, summer weight, herringbone wool that we found, so a second gown it was. This is the first time that she's been willing to go the gothic fitted dress route. She's a competent sewer, but fitting is not her forte. That's why she tends to wear Greenland style. Time seemed to fly as I was working on them, so in spite of my best efforts, I was still sewing until the last moment and actually had to sew her into the sleeves because the buttonholes weren't finished. Of course, having never done buttonholes by hand, I did not realize that you should cut the fabric first, which would have made things go SO much faster.
So, as the event approached, I was sewing like a madwoman. Of course, that was not my only responsibility. On Wednesday, I made the run to Restaurant Depot for the supplies for dayboard. Unfortunately, premade pastry dough was not one of them (I had been hoping), so I had to make all of the pastry for the crusts of the many, many mini tarts and pies I was making. I also failed in obtaining already ground pork, so I was incredibly grateful for the grinder attachment on my KitchenAid. Wednesday afternoon was spent cooking like a madwoman, with sewing breaks while things were in the oven. I had forgotten that I had told friends I would babysit their son that evening, which put a serious crimp in the timetable.
Thursday, I had to get lots of laundry done, or I would have nothing to wear. I took everything to the laundromat to wash and brought it home to dry. I HATE using the dryer in warm weather and really need to get help setting up a clothesline. In between, I made tart fillings and kept sewing. I hit the road late afternoon Thursday, with a detour to a commercial bakery for the bread for dayboard.
I got to the site to discover that I really couldn't use much of their refrigerator space. Thank God for large coolers. I set to making up lots of pastry crust so I could start rolling and baking first thing. Fortunately, a couple of friends popped in to help out, saving me from having to go into my super-hyper, stressed out overdrive mode that would have meant collapsing the next day. A half hour here, an hour there and I could be relaxed and enjoy it, even if I was tired. Lunch went over very well, with the large number of vegetarians very pleased to actually have a variety from which to choose. I had to do all of the cleanup myself, but I had been keeping things fairly clean as I went.
I didn't get to any classes that day, but I did go to the ball where my laurel got to wear the first of her gowns. It was a very strong yellow that would have looked awful on me, but was lovely on her. We bought the extra food over to the ball, and at the end of the evening, it was claimed for the after party. Nothing to have to take home...YIPPEEE!!!!
Saturday, I actually got to go to hudebnik
's early notation class, which was fun. It's still easier for me to read the notation vocally than instrumentally, but I'm working on it. I went back to the other hall (it was a split site) and had lunch, then ensconced myself in the staff room to hem the second dress. I hadn't thought about the fact that the yellow was cut from a 45 inch fabric, while the blue from a 60. It makes a huge difference in the size of the gores and it was a very
good thing that I allotted myself the rest of the afternoon to finish it, or it would not have been done. We hit a sushi and Thai food place for dinner and I had some yummy duck with Thai basil.
The ball that evening began with a Comedia performance by i Sebastiani. There were lots of great dance jokes which the crowd loved. For the intermezzi, my laurel, shalmestere
played for all of us to dance. I got to dance Amoroso with a laurel from An Tir who is incredibly graceful. It was lovely. Then the ball began with over 30 couples on the floor for the first dance. I wandered outside in search of cooler air and wound up spending most of the rest of the evening with friends telling stories and laughing until our sides hurt. At the end of the evening, while waiting for my laurel to close things up, I noticed a man trying to get into the church across the street. He eventually shuffled over, asking if I could help him. My years working in a nursing home made it obvious he had some form of dementia, so I convinced him to hang out while I got help. A 911 call yielded a very nice young officer fairly quickly who convinced the man to let him drive him home.
I got back to my laurel's to join folks for some medicinal chocolate ice cream and tonic water (not mixed!). Sunday, I was off to mass which was timed almost perfectly for me to get to another class. This was an improvisation class with John Tyson of Renaissonics
. He is a lovely man and the class was a lot of fun. A quick bite to eat after class and then the final ball, where there were two groups, us and Renaissonics. It was a blast. I played some piece and danced some others. It was a wonderful way to end the day. I stuck around to help with cleanup and hauling things back to my laurel's. After we offloaded, we hit a local pub-style place for dinner and then I hit the road home.
I was exhausted in the best possible way and slept rather late yesterday morning, but it was worth it. My kitty was extremely
happy to see me and has been pretty clingy since I got home, but that's fine. It's nice to feel missed.