OMGWTFKataginu!

Attention all personnel. Hot Man In Hakama Alert. Click on the thumbnails in the link for a better look at Torashi-dono's beautiful kataginu kamishimo ensemble. Out-fricken-standing!

TwelfthNightCon

I survived Twelfth Night without taking a header down a single flight of stairs, however, my legs and shoulders ache from the Karaginu Mo Workout.  That's right, O My Readers, stairs. In this.

That would be because of the layout of the Ramada Inn in Santa Nella. For starters, the only public restrooms I could locate in the place were in the main lobby building: a one-holer on the ground floor RIGHT next to the royal ready room and one on the floor above, which at least had a couple of stalls and a chair to put stuff on while I dressed. For another, they stuck a group of merchants in a 2nd floor meeting room and the A&S stuff in another 2nd floor meeting room in a different wing. My hems are tragic, and that's not just because of the occasional foot planted on them, but from sweeping across the paved courtyard several times to get from one place to the other. This event could have been a complete disaster if it had rained.

The hiogi is just the thing for playing peekaboo with a bored toddler during Coronation Court. At least it kept me from shuffling up the aisle to bludgeon the King with it. I could not believe that he told the Laurels who assembled to swear fealty that the light and creativity would go out of the kingdom if they weren't there. BULLSHIT, Your Majesty! What about all the people who create and toil and teach, regardless of rank, regardless of who's looking, regardless of whether it ends up in a competition or some table where it might or might not get looked at? I am sorely tempted to write to him about this grave insult to the artists and artisans of the West who may never be peers - because some folks never get there and that should be OK too, dammit. No. Better yet, I ought to write to the Queen.

Hit the wall around 4 PM or so and just had to scrape it all off. KMo is TIRING - and I was appalled to find just how streaky the makeup had gotten by the time I made it back to the rest-room to deal with it all. (I think it's time to start looking for a new product.) I had rather hoped to get away without momstable  noticing, but it was not to be. My Dear Mistress Na'arah, I say here now before all here present, that I am pleased and proud and happy for you on your elevation to the Order of the Pelican, but I also know my limits and when to acknowledge them. I need to find another bottle of that Barefoot Bubbly for when I see you next so we can celebrate properly.

That goes for mediea  too. Felicitations on being the awesomeness that is you.