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In 2011 I was at a medieval SCA event where I was vending my wares. Now, let me properly set the scene for those who have not been to a SCA week long event. The goal of the SCA is the middle ages the way they should have been... we are all 7th century except we use toilets!
So here is this temporary medieval village of 10,000 or so people, mostly in tents in a huge field, recently cleared of cattle. My 10x15 foot pavallion is red and white and filled with armor, chainmail, scalemail, drinking horns, leather mugs, etc. There is nothing for sale in my booth that is not made of metal, leather, and wood. Hidden behind my pavilion is our camp with three tents for sleeping, a large propane kitchen, and a fire pit. I am dressed in a white underdress (chemeese), blue overdress, belt with pouches and knife, and a thick leather bodice (to support my back). There are venders on either side of me and down the grass path. There is only one other booth between me and the end of venders - she is selling food.
It is late morning on Friday that a couple of young, 20 something men come into my booth. Without looking specifically at any of my wares. the red haired one comes up and in a horrible fake Irish accent asks me for help getting him a kilt.
Think about think about it.. metal everywhere in my booth, no cloth other than the walls, and he is asking me for a kilt.... I am guessing it took a minute or two for me to respond. But I pointed him to the cloth merchant that I could just see a few booths down, and told him he needed nine yards of cloth as a starting place. He would also need a pin and a belt. The men thanked me and off they went. I want back to making product very confused as to why I was asked about a kilt.
About an hour later, here comes the man again. He is still dressed in jeans and T-shirt, but is now carrying a pile of cloth and a new belt. He comes directly to me for help??? I guess I looked like I should be selling kilts??? in my booth full of armor...
Not able to leave my booth, I take the boy's cloth (note how in my eyes he gets younger all the time!!) and lay it out on the grass in front of my booth and start to fold... The friend from the next booth comes out to help as there is a LOT of folding involved in a kilt. He had never folded a kilt and I had not folded one in probably five years (and not again since!!). We soon had a crowd of people watching and commenting, but no more offered to help!
About half an hour of folding I had my first attempt ready. Luckily my help had showed up and I could leave my booth in the hands of my daughters bff and my daughter jumped in to help also. Did I mention there is a LOT of folding in a kilt?? like 7 yards of that 9 yards gets folded!!!
It takes three tries to get the boy to lay down in the kilt, but he screws up my folds in the process... sigh.
It was back to the drawing board!! We took the kilt folding and the crowd of about 50 people around the corner to an open area next to the booths and my daughter and I started again... We were REALLY careful this time to get it perfect and spent a good 45 minutes folding. I had to give up on my modesty as there is no breathing or bending in a tight bodice. Much to the joy of the men in the crowd I had to get out of that leather bodice. Finally it was time to put red haired boy in the kilt!!
He looses his shirt and carefully goes to lay down, but pops right back up again when his bare back touches the mowed grass. I was NOT about to start this process again and pinned him down first with one hand, and eventually with a knee. He REALLY wanted off that grass. I REALLY was not going to let him until we were finished.
We get the kilt folded over him and his belt tied. He was so happy to be let up!! Then, as I don't tie others belts, I wound up standing behind him to tighten his belt.. again to the many comments of the crowd.
It was at this point we found out he had lost his pin in the grass.. finally the crowd helped out and soon they were all on their knees searching the grass for the safety pin!!! At last I got to send the boy away, properly dressed!!
Oh, but the tail does not end here... a few hours later, early in the evening, I am out talking with friends who are other venders when here comes Red Hair with an unopened can of chili. He explains to me that he has no can opener and no way to heat dinner for him and his friend. My daughter, who had been actively trolling for a cute guy to escort her to some of the parties, offers for him to come back to our camp and she will help him out...
My good friend who I was talking to showed his evil side and every time Red Hair went to follow the 20 year old girl back to her camp, my friend would engage him in conversation. Eventually my daughter would come back for the missing boy and it would all start again!! This went on for more than an hour!! I could barely stand I was laughing so hard! The boy gets his dinner heated and then leaves.. much to the disappointment of my daughter. But it was explained at least in part the next day when his buddy bought him one of my steel roses form my booth.
I will never forget Kilt Boy!!
So here is this temporary medieval village of 10,000 or so people, mostly in tents in a huge field, recently cleared of cattle. My 10x15 foot pavallion is red and white and filled with armor, chainmail, scalemail, drinking horns, leather mugs, etc. There is nothing for sale in my booth that is not made of metal, leather, and wood. Hidden behind my pavilion is our camp with three tents for sleeping, a large propane kitchen, and a fire pit. I am dressed in a white underdress (chemeese), blue overdress, belt with pouches and knife, and a thick leather bodice (to support my back). There are venders on either side of me and down the grass path. There is only one other booth between me and the end of venders - she is selling food.
It is late morning on Friday that a couple of young, 20 something men come into my booth. Without looking specifically at any of my wares. the red haired one comes up and in a horrible fake Irish accent asks me for help getting him a kilt.
Think about think about it.. metal everywhere in my booth, no cloth other than the walls, and he is asking me for a kilt.... I am guessing it took a minute or two for me to respond. But I pointed him to the cloth merchant that I could just see a few booths down, and told him he needed nine yards of cloth as a starting place. He would also need a pin and a belt. The men thanked me and off they went. I want back to making product very confused as to why I was asked about a kilt.
About an hour later, here comes the man again. He is still dressed in jeans and T-shirt, but is now carrying a pile of cloth and a new belt. He comes directly to me for help??? I guess I looked like I should be selling kilts??? in my booth full of armor...
Not able to leave my booth, I take the boy's cloth (note how in my eyes he gets younger all the time!!) and lay it out on the grass in front of my booth and start to fold... The friend from the next booth comes out to help as there is a LOT of folding involved in a kilt. He had never folded a kilt and I had not folded one in probably five years (and not again since!!). We soon had a crowd of people watching and commenting, but no more offered to help!
About half an hour of folding I had my first attempt ready. Luckily my help had showed up and I could leave my booth in the hands of my daughters bff and my daughter jumped in to help also. Did I mention there is a LOT of folding in a kilt?? like 7 yards of that 9 yards gets folded!!!
It takes three tries to get the boy to lay down in the kilt, but he screws up my folds in the process... sigh.
It was back to the drawing board!! We took the kilt folding and the crowd of about 50 people around the corner to an open area next to the booths and my daughter and I started again... We were REALLY careful this time to get it perfect and spent a good 45 minutes folding. I had to give up on my modesty as there is no breathing or bending in a tight bodice. Much to the joy of the men in the crowd I had to get out of that leather bodice. Finally it was time to put red haired boy in the kilt!!
He looses his shirt and carefully goes to lay down, but pops right back up again when his bare back touches the mowed grass. I was NOT about to start this process again and pinned him down first with one hand, and eventually with a knee. He REALLY wanted off that grass. I REALLY was not going to let him until we were finished.
We get the kilt folded over him and his belt tied. He was so happy to be let up!! Then, as I don't tie others belts, I wound up standing behind him to tighten his belt.. again to the many comments of the crowd.
It was at this point we found out he had lost his pin in the grass.. finally the crowd helped out and soon they were all on their knees searching the grass for the safety pin!!! At last I got to send the boy away, properly dressed!!
Oh, but the tail does not end here... a few hours later, early in the evening, I am out talking with friends who are other venders when here comes Red Hair with an unopened can of chili. He explains to me that he has no can opener and no way to heat dinner for him and his friend. My daughter, who had been actively trolling for a cute guy to escort her to some of the parties, offers for him to come back to our camp and she will help him out...
My good friend who I was talking to showed his evil side and every time Red Hair went to follow the 20 year old girl back to her camp, my friend would engage him in conversation. Eventually my daughter would come back for the missing boy and it would all start again!! This went on for more than an hour!! I could barely stand I was laughing so hard! The boy gets his dinner heated and then leaves.. much to the disappointment of my daughter. But it was explained at least in part the next day when his buddy bought him one of my steel roses form my booth.
I will never forget Kilt Boy!!
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