Musings on the true "usability" of dress diaries and such

Warning: Possible vicodin-induced fog-laden rambling. I had a root canal yesterday, and this is what I distracted myself with as I was being tormented.

( Read on, Lizzie. )

The Perils of Uniquitude

If you're the sort of SCAdian who wears a chainmail necklace, a brass-grommetted bodice and a broomstick skirt with a tankard on the belt, who takes "intro" classes at events and walks away making beaded bookmarks and embroidered gew gaws with no real purpose.... walk away.

If you're instead inclined to follow my Holmesian narcotic-induced ramble on the nature of artistry and research in the SCA ( Follow Alice Down the Rabbit Hole )

More on Uniquitude - and FumbleBunnies

( We'll leave Alice behind and speak about the two extremes of A&S types )