the Faire Folk diet

i try on my bodice last night as i'm getting all my faire stuff together in the night-before checklist. annoying, my body has once again pulled one of its favorite stunts: waiting to shrink until the interval between making a very complicated custom piece of clothing, and the first time i have to wear it.

i swear, this thing fit fine last sunday. but now it's going to have to be laced so that it overlaps in the front.

over the years i've been working on recovering from the biopsy-induced lack of exercise and thus weight gain, i can be eating right and exercising dutifully for months, and see no change in my measurements. actual decrease in numbers on a scale has never been my strong point, either. i'm quite capable of losing eight inches in my waist, but gaining twenty pounds. this used to frustrate the hell out of me, because hey, i'm human and i like to have positive reinforcement at regular intervals. but now apparently i've found the secret! all i have to do to get my body to get with the program is to make an incredibly complicated piece of custom clothing and then have an event to wear it to!

hey, when i factor in all the materials and cost and time… this is cheaper than jenny craig or weight watchers or HRM. i think i'm on to something… i'll call it the Faire Folk diet.

model-m keyboards, bodice, and minion

for the last two years running, i've grown smaller than my faire clothes (which is good), but that's resulted in trying to make an oversized bodice fit.... at the end of the day i've spent out at site, i tell myself that next time, i'm going to make a new bodice. and then time passes, and i keep thinking it's not worth it to make such a labor-intensive article of clothing for only a day or two… and then i put it on, and am in agony by the end of the day, which i'm not used to.

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homesick

that wasn't what i'd expected at all; i thought i'd see some people i knew in the crowd, and maybe if we bumped into each other we'd politely say hello and move on. but instead, people stopped me and asked how i was doing; wanted to get together for dinner or lunch; and told me how much they missed me. when my professor saw me in the book signing line, he got up and gave me a huge hug and kiss on the cheek, and he started chattering until his dean came over and reminded him there were other people in line.... everywhere i went, i saw someone i had history with: the religion professor who spotted me as i went to go say hello to the photographer; one of my fellow alumni who was behind me in line; a dozen professors; staff i worked with; trustees.

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