So a quick post before I toddle myself off to bed. :D

The Tavern Wenches worked their first faire of the season in Amana last weekend. Saturday was rather beautiful faire weather, but as it is notorious for the Amana faire, one day was plagued with water and wet.

And not just a smattering of rain, no -- a torrential downpour that left me so cold and wet I couldn't feel my feet after a few hours. I sent Miss Emma to the chariot after a few hours so she could try and warm up some. God bless the hot cocoa vendors -- they gave the wenches TWO cups for the price of one! :D Also a HUGE hug and love to Tina and her son Matt who bailed us out of a tight situation and gave us a place to stay for Friday night. The Nelson family are an amazing bunch of people. Seriously. :)

My cloak was twice as heavy, it was so rain-soaked, though fortunately everything short of my cheery yellow bloomers came clean. (I took an icky spill down a muddy hill RIGHT at the end of faire! I'm so GRACEful!) I suppose they'll need to be replaced, but that's alright. It just means I get to sew more!

Hopefully the NEW look for the Wenches will be ready by Nebraska at the end of the month, but I make no promises. It's very commedia del arte inspired, so I think it'll be fun to see how my vision comes to fruitition. :D

This week I've to write a play for the 711 Theatre Festival -- where they're still looking for last minute volunteers to help if you wanna get involved! As well as sew myself some costume-y bits (and a hat!) for a NERO event next weekend.

I love sewing. It's the best. I would totally just sew piles and piles of garb if my wallet could afford it.

Anyhow, it was good to get to see various familiar faces -- the court, the people at Amos', Starboard Bound, my beloved Scuvvy Dawgs, and to wear a bodice again. :D Hopefully the rest of the summer will be drier! Next stop -- Nebraska!

Hope to see you there!

...For now, I'm off to bed.

So, the panic has subsided, somewhat, with the appearance of Tina's offer of her firstborn son, Matt, so do the slot of beloved pirate for our second show. Everyone should have a Rennie Mom to make their lives so much easier. :D

I'm -so- excited to run and play and (gasp!) wear a bodice. I -really- miss bodices and corsets and all of that jazz.  I miss skirts and bloomers and my flatcap (yay Scott's Dragon!) and my stripey socks. I miss talking in a funny accent.

All of these things will be remedied with the arrival of this weekend and our first show of the year in Amana. I'm so excited to meet up with old friends and to gallavant and cause all kinds of good wenchy trouble. :D

I remedied that somewhat on Saturday by attending the potluck gathering with a buncha other rennie-types. It was a little fix, and should hold me over until Friday. Probably. Mostly. More or less.

In other news, my Renspace is all Grace-i-fied now. I got a wild hair, and made myself a background and coded my page all pretty-like. :D It's not -exactly- how I I'd like it, but I'm restricted by the coding of Renspace -- so all in all, it pleases me.

Alrighty. I need to wander off and clean some things, and sew some other things, and call some people about some other-other things.

See you this weekend, Rennies!

 

So... the tavern wenches are a two-woman act, that just happen to have two scripts, the second of which includes a third. A male.

...It's a pretty funny show. Funnier than our introductory show I think. (And it's not because I wrote it, because I wrote the first show too.)

But... uhm... our third has a scheduling conflict for Amana -- the 5th and 6th of May. So I'm up in arms trying to scramble to find someone... and I'm running out of ideas. Ugh.

I -could- write another show and try to slap Melissa and I into shape but it's less than two weeks until then and I don't know that I can write and learn a new show in that time. Not a show that'd be any good, at least.

...Besides, I'm fresh out of ideas. Blah.

So, I'm taking volunteers. People who wanna learn a few lines, and get into faire for free and split tips with us. Men who can dress somewhat piratey, preferably.

Or people with good wenchy plot ideas. That might work too.

Meanwhile... I'm gonna go eat chocolate and try not to think about it too much.