The Never-Ending Trim


I have some pretty talented friends.  And sometimes they like the stuff I make, and I can barter for the stuff they make (which I like a lot better than my own).  My current project is one of these barter pieces.

This story starts with a boy.

Well, I guess it kind of starts with the SCA – the reenactment group I fell into last year.  I had known about these crazy people for years, but was always too shy to go to a social and meet people.  Hooray social anxiety.  But one day, my roommate and I decided to just go.  And I’m so glad we did.  I’ve met some of my absolute best friends through my local group (Waaaauuuggghhhh Bhakail!), and I met a pretty great guy that I happened to think was very handsome.

All I knew about him was that he was a cop, and he went to the movies a lot.  While helping some SCAdians move into Philly, we got to talking, and found out we had a lot in common.  So we hung out a couple times.  He took me to the movies.  We went on mystery dates.  And we watched Buffy, which I had never seen before.  Then he kissed me, and I was hooked.  Dating a SCAdian is definitely different than dating anyone else.  We both have a TON of garb/weapons/craft stuff, but we also have a common love for it, and appreciation of it.

Fast forward a year.

My Lord Cailin and I (because we’re fancy SCAdians who have our AoAs, so I can call him my Lord and he can call me his Lady…  so fancy.) were talking about Pennsic, as we are wont to do, and I mentioned (again) how much I wanted to fight.  I’d been watching the fighters for years, and I had picked up archery at a previous Pennsic, and it just seemed like something I’d like to try.  But the cost of armoring up for War far exceeded my abilities, so I figured I’d spend a lot of time saving money so I could build my kit piece by piece.

He had other ideas.

After an EXHAUSTING day at a reenactment event, one where I received my AoA – an award showing that their Majesties saw the work I had done in the kingdom and officially recognized me as a member of the kingdom – I mentioned again how much fun Pennsic would be if I could fight.  So Cailin brings out a huge duffel bag from his closet and tells me to open it.  Inside is a full fighting kit.  Helmet, armor, padding…  everything I would need to take the field with him the following month.

I was stunned, to say the least.  I asked him why he had done that for me.  I couldn’t believe he had the ability to make this happen for me, something I had only ever considered as a “one day” kind of dream.  He said the opportunity arose to purchase the armor, and he wanted me to have it so he could take the field with me and fight by my side.

“Yeah, but what does all this have to do with weaving something!?!” I hear you asking.  I’m getting there, I promise.

I wrote a post about him gifting me the armor, and one of my incredibly talented musician friends, Siobhan, was inspired to write a song from my story.  It brought me to tears.  This was how I could repay Cailin for his kindness in gifting me my armor.  And it didn’t hurt that our one-year anniversary was fast approaching.  I asked my good friend Shoshana if she could use her amazing calligraphy skills to put it down on paper as a gift to him.  And boy did she deliver.


The only way I could repay her for this amazing piece was to make her one of my own.  So I started weaving.  Months ago.  I had to put it down for a while to finish some other projects…  Then I tried to switch it to another loom…  That failed, so I had to switch it back (10 days just to transfer it back and forth)…  And now I’m well on my way to finishing it.  It doesn’t help that it takes me five minutes to weave one inch, but hey, progress is progress.



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