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In The Lands of Fae and Back Again

The photos here, as my friends here requested, are from my Dance of Leaves dress, which I was working on during the Tricky Pixie concert, which as I remember is where I left off in the story last night.

Eventually, as must always happen, the music ended and the lights brightened again. I had brought some of my own fairy gold (the chocolate sort), and gifted the performers after the Tricky Pixie concert. Dragon shared her artwork, and promised to send the original if we can get an address.

And then we headed off to feast our eyes on visual arts, our heads full of music.

Sadly, in the art show, I realized I had only one of the beautiful amethyst and quartz earrings I’d made still dangling from an ear. The other ear was sad and naked. We checked all the likely spots, in the process picking up a bit of cloth that had fallen from my appliqué project during the concert, and which must have been hidden under a chair before the denizens of that place rearranged the chairs—the concerts used a wall as backdrop, but the masquerade was to use the glass windows and doors on the side of the room instead, so when we returned to the same place a few minutes later, all the chairs had been magically moved.

Then My Angel fled to take a nap, as if a field of poppies had stolen all her energy. Dragon invited me to dinner, and we discovered that all the tables in the restaurant had been reserved. We were invited to wait in the bar for an hour. Dragon used words of power, and they admitted that yes, indeed, they could serve dinner in the bar as well. I challenged the restaurant to feed me safely, and they succeeded most elegantly, and the food (stuffed flounder for me and seafood risotto for Dragon) was delightful. So, reportedly, was the lobster ravioli we took back to My Angel. And I heard the dealers’ lament that during the Tricky Pixie concert no one was there to buy things but the other dealers. As Dragon said, everyone who was anyone was at the concert.

And then there was more music. I didn’t quite make it to the Ninjas’ concert, though I played music with them both the night before and the night after.

It may have been a fae blessing, or perhaps the simple mundane blessing of a government that banned cigarette smoking in hotels, but my voice got stronger all weekend, if you discount a few wobbles after 3 am. One of the handles to the bag holding my laptop came apart—but as I was bending to pick it up, so the laptop wasn’t jostled. I was able to tune the autoharp to itself by ear so I could do a request without spending a half hour on retuning every string.

After a modicum of sleep, while packing up to get out of the hotel, I found the missing earring, which had fallen into my sewing rather than wandering off to serve as an accidental toll for my passage.

Then, there was more music! I think the dead dog filk was possibly the best open filk this weekend, perhaps because everyone was relaxed, and no one had to worry about preparing for a concert or running off to a panel or event. Filkart ended up on the other side of the room, which was fine for the songs we do together that I have memorized. When he did a song where I needed to see the words, I borrowed the seat next to him, but soon stood up, since the fey magic, though strong, didn’t extend far enough to let me see through his guitar neck. And I even ended up playing guitar standing for two songs—something I haven’t done in ages. I was having so much fun, and despite mundane standards suggesting I’d had less sleep and should therefore be tireder than when I arrived, I felt energized.

Of course, finally, we had to head home. We set out to reverse the path we’d trod (well, driven). But Faerie didn’t want to let us go, and I finally had to resort to Modern Technology to start to banish the hold on our travels and let us return to paths we were familiar with. Verizon was, no doubt, pleased to add a GPS charge to my bill.

The road grew treacherously slippery, and the voice in my ear kept telling me to make a u-turn. And even when, at last, we arrived in sight of our home there was danger there too. The road was littered with police vehicles, five marked vehicles, one of them with a spotlight trained on a house across the street. We didn’t go look to see that the police had a spotlight on the back door, though you know they did. Very quietly, we unloaded the car and headed inside to feed the cats.

Far too late, I fell into bed, only to have the police bring in a paddy wagon with a megaphone at about 3 am, so My Angel and I could hear them (in English and Spanish) spend most of an hour talking two guys out of that house. “We have a warrant…we have permission to gas the house…come out with your hands up and nobody will get hurt…we don’t want to gas the house, please come out….”

Eventually, while I tried to get enough sleep to be professional and efficient at work, they succeeded in getting the two men to come out, and by the time I left for work the next day, everything looked perfectly normal and safe. I never heard what all that was about and I wonder, which realm is truly more mysterious?

Now, having returned from the real Windy City, I should get back to my alternate Windy City.  November is more than half over, and I have many words to go.

In other news, the editor liked the surprise collaboration story!  I'll share more details when I have them.  That, too, was a creative magical journey of sorts.

What magical things have you been involved in lately?


( 12 comments — Leave a comment )
Nov. 18th, 2010 04:28 am (UTC)
Oh, wow, that is GORGEOUS work!
Nov. 18th, 2010 06:18 am (UTC)
Thank you.
Nov. 18th, 2010 05:50 am (UTC)
!!! Oh my goodness, you must have put a *lot* of hours into that dress! The leaves are fabulous!
Nov. 18th, 2010 06:18 am (UTC)
Thank you!

This is my answer to what you do with a bridesmaid's dress after the wedding.
Nov. 18th, 2010 06:55 am (UTC)
Hopefully, the Feng Shui Ninjas will be back at Windycon again next year, and hopefully we can play together again before that! I really wish we could have stayed for the dead dog music circle. The energy in there was amazing.
Nov. 18th, 2010 11:45 pm (UTC)
That would be great. I'd like to tempt you down to Capricon, Duckon, and/or Muse Con.

Muse Con is being run by the guy who ran the filk track at Windycon, and SJ Tucker is the GOH. I really enjoyed the "trial-run" last August.

I wish I could reasonably think I could come up for Minicon. But if I have work, I will likely have no vacation yet, and if I don't have work, well, that's self-explanatory.
Nov. 19th, 2010 12:05 am (UTC)
Alas, I probably won't make Musecon. It's the same time as the Minnesota Fringe Festival, which is either a huge deal or an amazingly huge deal, depending on whether my spouse gets a show this year or not. And Capricon is up against my back-to-back cons of Tribalcon (in Atlanta) and Marscon. Although Marscon probably won't be much effort for me this year... the rest of the family will be skipping it and it's local, so I may just be going home to sleep.
Nov. 18th, 2010 10:18 pm (UTC)
just gorgeous. would love to see a photo of the whole piece :)
Nov. 18th, 2010 11:48 pm (UTC)
You're not the only one to ask!

I have to go through some old pictures with my kid, so she can find something to use in her senior yearbook; if I find a picture of me in the dress I'll scan it. I suppose an alternative would be to take a picture of it on a hanger, but the effect isn't the same.

Oh, and welcome to my journal!
Nov. 19th, 2010 12:21 am (UTC)
P.S. I love your user name.
Nov. 19th, 2010 01:50 am (UTC)
aw, thanks :) i'm a sucker for puns hehe.

if you do find a photo, i'd love to see!
Dec. 6th, 2010 08:17 am (UTC)
I love the photos of the leaves. Nice job! And this story is a good Telling. I've enjoyed it tonight. Thank you for sharing.
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