I kept thinking all afternoon yesterday about how I should update. And then I sat down at the computer and played Oregon Trail for an hour, then cleaned the bathroom and straightened up some of the mess I had created last week, then sat down to knit and crochet. I worked on the afghan a bit and came really close to finishing the Cecilia Chemise:
But anyway, the weekend.
Our act was the first of the second half for tech rehearsal, which meant that we showed up, did our warm up, ran through the set up and and strike of our piece a few times, went through it all once, and then we were done. As soon as our instructor told me I could leave, I was gone. I didn’t even change out of my costume. I just hopped in the car and drove the hour to Beach Park to meet up with Brian and Rose. I finished the last of the fairy houses before retiring to bed.
And then we were up at 4:30 am to shower and get stuff ready. We got the kids up and in the car and then we took off. Two hours later we were unloading in Janesville, setting up the tent and stock, and waiting for the crowd to come.
The little girl there is Brian’s daughter, Ryley, who kept trying to either help, or pull me to sitting so I could build houses out of sticks which she would inevitably destroy and laugh.
I was placed next to Hearthstone Arts, a fantastic shop that makes beautiful mugs and platters. Our house supports many of their fine wares, and being situated next door tormented me greatly. But get this – sock knitting – it made me squee.
Around noon, I left the fair to return to Evanston, where I spent the remainder of the day in a spy costume, trying to nap in the green room, crocheting the Cecilia chemise, and performing our aerial routine. I somehow stayed awake through it all, and even made it home with a little energy left to chat before going to bed.
I think we all had a great time – I did, at least. I can’t wait to do it again. It looks like our next act will be a really interesting Tom Waits Trapeze thing. I’m not a fan of trapeze, but perhaps this will change my perspective.
Then again, on Sunday, I was up at 5:30 to be out of the door at 6:30, with Odin and Ellette in tow, and arrived at the fair to set up and spend time with some friends before the day officially began. Then, it was slow, but fun. Having a 3 year old clinging to my skirts actually made the day really nice, because even though we weren’t busy, I was always laughing and playing.
Fairies were everywhere, but mostly they were waist high and adorable.
There were fairies blowing bubbles.
And fairies eating pickles.
There were sleeping fairies.
Which is what I wanted to do. I started crashing at 1, and was trying to put as much caffeine and fuel into my system as possible to stay awake.
Overall it was fun. A thrilling weekend, void of boredom, and now I’m gearing up for round 2.