Celtic Festivals, Chainmail, and Bagpipers oh my

I’m gonna have a Sofia Petrillo moment here for a sec-

Picture it- Edgewood, 41 degrees on an October morning, just after dawn. A beautiful peasant girl and her husband are setting up a booth and laying out their wares, hoping to make enough money to feed their growing family.

Yeah, more like our family’s growing chainmail/scalemail/wire wrapping addictions.

Thanks to Siin, we first heard about this event about a month ago, and both the timing and the price were right, so we went. We’d done the ABQ CeltFest before and.. well, it was expensive and didn’t really go all that great. Lots of the Least Desirable Comments were made, prices were picked at, just not a good event.

Yesterday though… it was fantastic. We were positioned in a way that we were able to see the whole field, including the games and music. (Coulda done without being parked next to the drummers, but you can’t have everything in life.) The crowd was very complimentary, as well as ready to sit by and chat a bit, and we got some great feedback and ideas for new pieces. Some of the pieces of niobium went to good homes with folk who appreciated the fact that niobium doesn’t sell for aluminum prices.

Had a couple funny interactions-

Grandma, looking at the purple scale bra- “Isn’t that something!”

Adult grandson, snickering- “Don’t think you could fill it out anymore, though…”

Me, turning to Grandma- “You know what, I think you should buy it for him and see how well HE fills it out!”

Adult grandson looks properly chagrined as Grandma and I laugh at his expense.

 

Couple also admiring the bra-

Him- “You would look great in that! But you know, it might need a little padding.”

Her, pointing out the bikini top underneath- “That’s what this is for.”

Me- “If you really want to, you COULD go, uh, commando under there, but we will not be liable for any.. damage.”

Conversation goes on to how, at the last event, an older lady had thought that our bags were meant to be worn as codpieces.

Me- “Again, you COULD, but we’re still not liable for damage.”

 

We also met a young lady who discovered our 1/2 inch ring bags can be used as e-cig carriers… so new product line coming there with the addition of a crossbody strap, a local artist who invited us to talk to her about having some of our work on commission in her shop, and an older gentleman who was looking for a lost sgain dubh, which is the first time I’d ever heard the words spoken. It took me a tick to understand what he was asking for. I’m pleased to report the nice man found his sock knife.

Also heard some amazing bagpipers and harpists, and Ring of Fire and It’s Friday I’m in Love done in the style of the Celtic ballad. Oh, and I may or may not have threatened Rick’s life if he was bringing me a ‘haggis puff’ in white paper. I’m not sure what a haggis puff would be, I’m just sure I don’t really wanna try one.

I’m pleased to say Rick is still with us today, as the white paper contained an apple turnover.

Random Musings- Where have you BEEN?

Let me splain. No, there is too much, let me sum up.

Don’t you hate it when that thing that you thought was just your stupid screwed up sinuses (believe me, it’s crazy straws shooting spitwads instead of actual conduits moving matter in there) and allergies becomes a deep chest cold?

Yeah, me too.

So that’s why I croak when I talk right now and I spent Monday doing this-

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Bonus points to whoever can name which movie that was.

 

When NOT doing that, I’ve revisited old favorite episodes of South Park (Make Love, Not Warcraft), and watching Adam Ruins Everything.

I’m not going to lie, I’m borderline obsessed with this show. It’s entertaining, educational, cites ALL it’s sources, and it gives me something to think about when I can’t really muster the energy to be doing something. Check it out, the first two seasons are free on Netflix right now.

Got a new Rick’s Chainmail sales event coming up on Saturday- the Edgewood Celtic Festival that Siin talked me into trying out. Booth fee was nice and low, weather will hopefully cooperate, and even have some awesome new stock, so that’ll be fun.

Finally got a call from donor coordinator- now just waiting for my card to come in to pay for all the fun fluid sampling they get to do of me. (This part will get a little graphic, but I’ll keep it to just this paragraph if you want to skip it.) Apparently one of the main concerns is my urine output- they want to make sure I already have good output so being down a kidney isn’t really an issue. I had to wheeze/laugh at that- as a lady in her 40s sans uterus, telling me my overall output may reduce by 25% is nothing but music to my ears. That’s like 3 less bathroom trips a day! Sign. Me. Up.

After they determine if I can in fact be a donor, we can immediately jump into cross match (to tell if my kidney will work for the recipient). This is pretty exciting stuff- while I’m not opposed to a paired donor situation, it would take longer.

I am being a little more liberal with calories while I’m not feeling great- but still trying to get 60 minutes of light activity a day and staying under 1600. I’m absolutely 100% not starving in any way, I want to be sure to add. I’m just realizing that no, I don’t really NEED that 4th taco. Or that 3rd slice of pizza. Or that cup of hot chocolate (which, did you know, tastes like crap without Bailey’s and whipped cream? Yeah, I know! I was shocked too).

Also clearing the decks and getting into the right mental mindset for NaNoWriMo. I know which concept I want to go with, and I’m trying really really hard not to psych myself up or out- Yes, I’ve done it for the past three years and finished every time. But every year has also been just a little bit different. 50,000 words in 30 days is a lot, and the concept isn’t just a follow up novel to the one before. I’d really like to say I’ll be able to keep up the pace and that I’ll get to start 2019 with another new book out. But I can’t. What I can say is I’m going to do my best.

TL:DR- OMG lots going on, donor stuff, book stuff, chainmail stuff, life stuff, stuff stuff.