Springfest was both exhausting and soul-destroying. If I could choose one word to describe our performance as a branch, it would be 'Half-assed'. (This may be two words.) The banquet was excellent, thanks to our chef, and the incidental food and drink was fine, due to our... incidental food and drink handlers. The costume for certain of our NPCs was superb, thanks to stellar makeup and wigs by the lovely cyniborg
The rest was pretty poor, held together by luck and bullshit. We got lucky; people didn't notice the holes, and the things that could have gone catastrophically wrong, didn't. I had to wait until the last minute to find out tabard colours, which meant the tabards were scraggly messes, the dancing organizer wasn't briefed until the week before, which meant she had to spend all Saturday doing it. The plot was all over the shop. A lot of costumes were quite poor.
The whole thing was a source of disappointment. To me, there isn't much satisfaction in other people thinking you did a good job; these days I get my satisfaction knowing that I, and the team I work with, did the best we could under the circumstances.
And we didn't. Not by a very long shot.
Have ordered some new books from Amazon on tailoring and fit; I see a new frock coat for the long-suffering Phil coming up. (Yes, I know I said that after Springfest I would not sew for a while. That was before I experienced Life Without Deadlines and remembered I like sewing.)
And getting a very early night tonight should enable me to go to abigailb
's housewarming, which I am hellbent on going to even if I can't make B-movie. (I am still cold-ridden, so exhaustion is really not helping. Thank goodness I took Tuesday off; I was awake for a whole seven hours that day.)