Never face into the wind when plucking an herb…

Yet another reason that SCA is good for me, is that it’s turning into a hub of all the things I like to do, or have a yen to try. Knitting?  Check.I want to learn spinning, though spinning the cat’s fur isn’t exactly period.  So what.Costumes? Duh. With much embroidery.Fencing? Maybe, maybe…Bellydancing?  Oh, please!Geneology?  As much as I can stand.Organic gardening?  Yup.Herbalism?  Double yup.  I think Greet should be an herbalist, it gives her a good reason to go check out the yummy Crusaders who might need a poultice.  And then I can make soap again. I was watching the … Continue reading Never face into the wind when plucking an herb…

Meeting the locals

So I finally de-lurked, and called hospitaller Geoffrey Griesegonelle.  We had a lovely telephone conversation, and I agreed that my next step was to attend the Shire’s weekly fighter practice, which doubles as the local meeting.  That was yesterday.  I brought my camera. This is Geoffrey, finishing his armoring. First, there were warmups.  I spent the warmups remembering I had a camera, and working up the guts to tromp all the way around the fence, around the soccer field to avoid the sun, and by that time they were on drills. (Click on the pictures to enlarge.) Elspeth and Edwin … Continue reading Meeting the locals

What shall I call myself?

I’m not interested in the Society in order to play out princess fantasies.  I don’t want to wear satins and velvets (ick! hot! not to mention the drycleaning!), and I’m still rather intimidated by actually trying to speak forsoothly. I was also a little intimidated by all these SCA websites that say to beginners, "First, you should come up with a name, and persona."  Come on guys, ‘western civilization (and then some) until 1600‘ is a big, BIG, field!  I did know a couple of things. I want to make the Working Flemish Dress, as researched and detailed by Drea … Continue reading What shall I call myself?

The Beginning

I’m finally bowing to the inevitable…or seizing my luck with both hands. The Tale of How I Found the SCA, orWhy Szarka Never Needs Help Finding New Projects, though she frequently likes company to entertain herself. Four years ago, when I was involved with Readerville, I met a member online who was also a member of the Society for Creative Anachronism.  The things that she described doing sounded like such fun, that I asked how one joined in the games.  She said, ‘oh, there’s probably a chapter near you, look here and see.’  I did, but the web page I … Continue reading The Beginning