Ack. What a day. Woke up, and Ken had a conference call so I did computer stuff. Then I called the chiropractor because my nerve was still twisted and I still had a sinus headache. They could take me in less than half an hour, so we threw on clothes and left. My neck made amazing noises—“I’ll bet the neighbours heard that,” my dr. said. Heh. The massage felt good; she could tell my right shoulder was all tense in reaction to the pain. Now, about six hours later, it all still hurts, but not nearly as much. I recently dosed the headache with both Tylenol Sinus and Advil, along with caffeine, and that helped, too.

Then we went to Walmart and picked up some needed supplies; then to the Party Supply store where I found black angel wings for $21.99, huzzah! We swung by In-and-Out to pick up lunch, came home and ate, then dove into the sewing room. My first sleeve worked like a dream. My second sleeve…if I ever decide, less than a week before an event, to make dagged sleeves, Ken is authorised to lock me up for my own good. But they’re done. The oak leaf clasps never showed up, dammit (and the merchant hasn’t returned my e-mail from this morning), but I’ll put on the alternate clasps and re-do that later. Otherwise, I’m done. Ken’s still got a lot of work to do on his doublet, including button holes which he’s going to do on him Mom’s machine _after_ we get back from the Company of Clothiers meeting at oh, say, 10 p.m. Argh. And we haven’t touched the masks. Nor have I written the presentation. More argh! But, we’ll get done what we can. I’m just not looking forward to the early rising tomorrow (we’re scheduled to work Gate from 9–10 a.m., so we can’t be slackers).

It’s nearly midnight. Company of Clothiers was nice, but Astra wasn’t really prepared to teach about houppelandes, and only 5 of us raised our hands when she asked who was actually there for the talk. (There were at least 20 people wandering around.) So some of us asked questions and she talked, and I sewed most of the clasps on my cotehardie. Oh, and beforehand we met up with Maren and ate at Versailles, which is always a happy thing.

Ken has admitted defeat on the doublet for now; he could stay up all night and work on it, but he chooses not to, and that’s quite all right. We’re finishing up the masks now. We used liquid gold leaf to outline the leaves, and we’re gluing on the cord and some extra leaves. That’s all for now. We may eventually paint them with fall colours, or we won’t. They’re pretty damn spiffy the way they are. Meanwhile, I’ve admitted defeat on writing some sort of presentation, so I’m going to read a quote from Shakespeare and Ken’s going to read one from Donne, both of which mention autumn and rave about a member of the opposite sex. (I love my Oxford Dictionary of Quotations, I do, I do!)