As our ankles return to normal, and the grime fades from our skin; as the accents lose their prominence, and we say goodbye to friends.....a fond farewell to Derbyshire; that 4 day timewarp of pleasure. MONTHS of planning, promotions, practice, props, pinpricks, primping and other P words. And the F words: fun, frolic, festival, faire, frozen fruit bars and friends!!  The music was sublime; Tweedler was ridiculous (in a good way!); the Queen was dignified even as she frugged to the drums at closing gate. Vikings and Shiabruck, kilts to scones, swordplay and boffer sticks, the SCA folks, and players of Derbychess...all pieces made for a unique stew...then- Owain Phyfe...just pinch me!!!  To all who allowed Moronica Dymm and Cardinal Blessicus Maximus to participate thanks be thrown directly in your laps! We made close new friends this season; virtual hugs to Mary/Catherine of Kalamazoo, and the entire Webb family who joined our faire from far off Kansas City!  We will be in constant touch with you, as friendship transcends a two-weekend faire.  All in all, a good haul!!!!!

BODICE GODDESS

A skin and bones lass in a bodice

faces no danger becoming immodest.

No suitors come greeting

until she starts eating

to become a true bodice goddess.