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Jan. 16th, 2006 11:08 am12th night is over.
thank god.
much drama.
much frenetic handwaving.
lots of nice costumes this year :). its really nice to see AnTirians starting to wear medieval clothing as opposed to generic tunic stuff covered in sparkly trim. yay us! I dont care what time/place you do, just do it! :). got to chat up Kaolin (a laurel from Summits who usually does norsky) in a lovely german dress....a non cranach/saxon german! woot! I of course immediately thought of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mmcnealy :). she even had the white linen over the infrastructure headdress thingie (whatsishaub?) on it. of course she was thin as a rail (cow ;)) and it all looked lovely. we chatted about what she would have done differently, the layers, etc. its all really very nice and fun to look and see how what Annisa is wearing (14th c.) goes to what I'm wearing (15th c upperclass burgundian) to what she was wearing. what stays? what changed? fun :)
one thing that happened really sucked and its knocked me for a bit of a loop. apparently there have been people who have been talking smack about me behind my back. now, that in itself is fine. these folks arent my friends, and in fact, I have little regard for, so while its mean and tacky, I can shrug it off.
the thing thats really taken me down a peg is the fact that they talked smack to people I've known for up to 25 years, people I've counted as personal friends, and the "friends" accepted what they said as truth. in fact, they've acted on it.
no one has called me to ask me my side of it all. no one has even called me to yell at me "what the #$% do you think you're doing?". 25 years of working my butt off, giving these people my personal fealty and personal service apparently means nothing. they accepted the word of others and didnt even give me the courtesy of a reply.
the words I heard were that I needed to be "excised". this is the term we use at work to describe what we do to a tumor.
I know in the end it will be ok. I am not a slow learner. and the SCA memory is very very short. but forgive me if I'm feeling a bit bruised right now. on the upside I only burst into tears in public a couple times (poor svava ;)). but as Godytha said on Sunday..."I had grief a couple months ago. now I'm in anger. Anger is much more fun". ;). I am planning to address my concerns with some of the people who I feel betrayed me and give them an opportunity to tell their side. something that they didnt do for me, but I'm the bigger person, obviously.
all in all, it was a pretty sucky weekend. there were moments that were ok, but all in all, suckage all around. I guess at the end of the day no one really knows anyone.
thank god.
much drama.
much frenetic handwaving.
lots of nice costumes this year :). its really nice to see AnTirians starting to wear medieval clothing as opposed to generic tunic stuff covered in sparkly trim. yay us! I dont care what time/place you do, just do it! :). got to chat up Kaolin (a laurel from Summits who usually does norsky) in a lovely german dress....a non cranach/saxon german! woot! I of course immediately thought of
mmcnealy :). she even had the white linen over the infrastructure headdress thingie (whatsishaub?) on it. of course she was thin as a rail (cow ;)) and it all looked lovely. we chatted about what she would have done differently, the layers, etc. its all really very nice and fun to look and see how what Annisa is wearing (14th c.) goes to what I'm wearing (15th c upperclass burgundian) to what she was wearing. what stays? what changed? fun :)one thing that happened really sucked and its knocked me for a bit of a loop. apparently there have been people who have been talking smack about me behind my back. now, that in itself is fine. these folks arent my friends, and in fact, I have little regard for, so while its mean and tacky, I can shrug it off.
the thing thats really taken me down a peg is the fact that they talked smack to people I've known for up to 25 years, people I've counted as personal friends, and the "friends" accepted what they said as truth. in fact, they've acted on it.
no one has called me to ask me my side of it all. no one has even called me to yell at me "what the #$% do you think you're doing?". 25 years of working my butt off, giving these people my personal fealty and personal service apparently means nothing. they accepted the word of others and didnt even give me the courtesy of a reply.
the words I heard were that I needed to be "excised". this is the term we use at work to describe what we do to a tumor.
I know in the end it will be ok. I am not a slow learner. and the SCA memory is very very short. but forgive me if I'm feeling a bit bruised right now. on the upside I only burst into tears in public a couple times (poor svava ;)). but as Godytha said on Sunday..."I had grief a couple months ago. now I'm in anger. Anger is much more fun". ;). I am planning to address my concerns with some of the people who I feel betrayed me and give them an opportunity to tell their side. something that they didnt do for me, but I'm the bigger person, obviously.
all in all, it was a pretty sucky weekend. there were moments that were ok, but all in all, suckage all around. I guess at the end of the day no one really knows anyone.
