The Zoo over Ambuscade Street

I'm told that I can't go around saying that The Bitter One isn't actually bitter, but I will say that I heartily endorse him for Supreme Overlord of the Universe, despite his sometimes heretical notions on coffee and thoes abominations known as doughnuts.

Because Vorlon is evil, I must, at some point, aquire one of these. Especially as I spent at least an hour last weekend running around looking for a pair of scissors.

But...not this year. I'm buying a skirt and shift for myself, and pants and a shirt for Erik this weekend (I can't wear the same shift three days in a row. I just can't...), and before the end of the faire I'll be adding a doublet, and possibly a vest for Erik, and at least one bodice for myself. Probably two. And a cloak if I can find fabric I like, which I haven't yet. Stacey insists that I just want more costumes than she has.

Dear god, if I ever make a pirate costume, I must have one of these.

At least I'm having fun. I've really missed being involved with something like this.