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Oct. 23rd, 2015 10:17 pmIn case anybody was wondering: War of the Wings was COLD! Well, not during the day. Daytimes were quite pleasant, actually; sunny except for one cloudy morning, but not a drop of rain. But at night ... the penetrating chill signaling a change of season to which we are not yet accustomed.
The cold made sitting up close to the fire bowl pleasant. But not so much playing in the dance band -- it's hard to play well when your fingers are feeling increasingly stiff. On the last evening of the event, we musicians played until 10 p.m., when the ball was supposed to end, and then when Master Stefan begged for more, we told him that he could use his magic boom box, thank you very much. We also recommended that next year's band should be allowed to use a space heater. (This is never a problem at Pennsic.)
My major purchase at WoW was a Mongolian/Russian/Viking hat from The Amber Lady (a merchant). It was a bit on the expensive side ($55), but wonderfully constructed: double layers of upholstery fabric and fleece, surrounded by a fat brim of maroon-dyed sheepskin, snug around my head. All the other women in my encampment were sporting them, so, yeah, I had to get one too. It is definitely warmer than any of my other SCA hats, even the felted-wool brimmed hat.
Southwind Camp was a bit small at this event: besides me, we were Cameron and her daughter Susan, all the way from the Oregon part of An Tir; Conni and Mel (Roise and Annora); and Deirdre, Llewellyn and whatever their 19-year-old son is calling himself these days. We didn't have a meal plan, but we managed to pool our food supplies and we ate well.
Sorry I haven't yet uploaded pictures to my Flickr account. I have been taking so many lately that I'm way behind. I'm *trying* to organize them properly as I go along....
The cold made sitting up close to the fire bowl pleasant. But not so much playing in the dance band -- it's hard to play well when your fingers are feeling increasingly stiff. On the last evening of the event, we musicians played until 10 p.m., when the ball was supposed to end, and then when Master Stefan begged for more, we told him that he could use his magic boom box, thank you very much. We also recommended that next year's band should be allowed to use a space heater. (This is never a problem at Pennsic.)
My major purchase at WoW was a Mongolian/Russian/Viking hat from The Amber Lady (a merchant). It was a bit on the expensive side ($55), but wonderfully constructed: double layers of upholstery fabric and fleece, surrounded by a fat brim of maroon-dyed sheepskin, snug around my head. All the other women in my encampment were sporting them, so, yeah, I had to get one too. It is definitely warmer than any of my other SCA hats, even the felted-wool brimmed hat.
Southwind Camp was a bit small at this event: besides me, we were Cameron and her daughter Susan, all the way from the Oregon part of An Tir; Conni and Mel (Roise and Annora); and Deirdre, Llewellyn and whatever their 19-year-old son is calling himself these days. We didn't have a meal plan, but we managed to pool our food supplies and we ate well.
Sorry I haven't yet uploaded pictures to my Flickr account. I have been taking so many lately that I'm way behind. I'm *trying* to organize them properly as I go along....
