Today I've merged all my LRP kit into one place, or at least one house. This is itself full of memories- my first robe, the costume I wore at my first Gathering and more plate armour. I look most fondly at the box of costume titled "Treasure Trap - Would not be seen dead in this now". There's many, many weekends of my life, and perhaps a class of degree, in that box. Brightly coloured polycotton was the order of the day. I don't want it. I can't see myself ever using it. I can't bring myself to bin it. I wonder if it still fits?
There are also the relics of projects passed - half-made costume, large boxes of charity shop sheepskin and suede jackets, wool in various colours and finishes. I shouldn't ever have to buy costume again. I must finish making some of it up at some point. If only to then look at it, smile, then put it away in a box forever.
A week after Odyssey I'm still on a high. I can't make Sunlight as I'm busy with real-life, but I'm getting tempted by Vikings. I've "rowed-the-old-longship" along in the past, but I suspect that another Maelstrom will remove my enthusiasm, or I'll have to take harrytc's advice of "Lie down. Rest. Towels and water."
Finally, I found a note in my paperwork. I don't recognise the handwriting, or the quote:
I hope nothingTragically, writing this some long dormant synapses have fired, and rather than a profound comment to live my life by - I think it's a translation of a t-shirt. Oh well...
I'm not afraid of anything
Edit: A Google later - all my romantic hopes are dashed. I was right about the t-shirt.