Mi Contra Fa

Poetic Facepalm

...that moment when you realize the BAH du du BAH rhythm you're using in your alliterative poetry is not actually one of the Sievers types. 

Noisemaker's Schola

I attended Noisemaker's Schola up in the East yesterday, two kids in tow.  One hour letting them run around, one hour leaving them in the Children's Corner with the lovely Baroness Scherezade (when I went to go teach), one hour eating and packing and leaving.  They had their moments, but nobody did any serious property damage or threw a major fit. I didn't get to take any classes, but hey. One thing at a time.

I did get to wear my new garb.  The "eyelets" on the overdress both failed on one side, so I carefully pinned through the linen under the silk trim.  It was actually very satisfying to be wearing a full kit, a good portion of it made myself, that I knew was all of a time and place.  (Okay, so the veil was an acrylic blend scarf from Target, but the color was perfect!)

I had a reasonable number of folks for my improvisation class.  None of them needed anything like the 101 class I had prepared, so we just sat and jammed together for a while. It was fun!

Lunch was awesome, what I got to eat of it. (The kids made getting food a bit difficult, although Sol la Cantor, who organized the music classes, made sure I got something.) 

The ride home was 50% longer than it should have been, thanks to traffic, but that was about my only real complaint. It's not the same as doing events sans kids, but at least it's doing an event!