- Sooper Sekrit project #1 is done. His name is Charlie.
This is a terrible picture of Charlie, but I was an idiot and neglected to get any glamour shots before he went to his new home. He is a merpegacorn (aka all terrain unicorn ) who now lives with Orla in the Shire of Trinovantia Nova. Careful what haphazard comments you make to a knitter at QPT.
- Sooper Sekrit project #2 is finally in progress after some hiccoughs. Oddly enough, more on that later when it's no longer a sooper sekrit project.
- There is value in writing out everything you need to do and by when. There is terror in writing down everything you want to do and by when.
- The real challenge in enter Pentathlon at Kingdom A&S is not the doing of five projects. I'm ADD enough that five projects is a question of picking which five. No, the huge challenge is working out what level I am at various things, (Beginner? Intermediate? Arrogant / confident enough to claim advanced? Nawww. Not advanced. Maybe advanced knitting? Dammit!) and documentation. Which I have some mental block against and want to either throw my half assed notes towards, or write up a dissertation about. Middle ground? Bah! No middle ground.
- It's been a long time since I did teaching that required more than 'hey, we're going to do this now. Lemme show you how!', and erk. Oh dear. What was I /thinking/!?
- I am really stunningly spectacularly bad at asking for help / info. I look at other requests for things and info and I go 'hey, I wanna know that too! I've been wondering that for a while!' and avidly follow the conversation, but somehow never manage to be the one to ask first, as if there's some merit badge in floundering.
- Between the gamers I know, the SCA people I'm getting to know, the wide and diverse collection of people in my life (even just peripherally), I am eternally astounded and in awe at the beauty, creativity, wisdom, skills, knowledges and sheer volume of omg awesome that I get to peek at every day when I shamelessly live vicariously though others' posts. It boggles the mind, and makes me smile. (And feel a bit like a fraud, hoping they don't find out I'm here. Shhh.)