Our local baronial champions event, Standard Bearer’s, is one we usually make it a point to attend. It’s small, but important. Every year I compete in the Archery champion shoot and I’ve done the rapier once. Saturday morning I was dragging my feet… I had set my thoughts on getting my rapier gear together in time to fence in the Standard Bearer’s competition… and I hadn’t done it. The weather forecast said hot, and I hate the heat. I hadn’t made it to archery practice recently and I was sure I wouldn’t shoot well. I didn’t like my garb. I needed more time to prepare for this. I was just CRANKY.
So I dragged my feet, a lot. Since the event was just around the corner from us; and archery wasn’t scheduled until the afternoon, there was no reason to be there early. I expressed not having anything to wear; and the husband suggested I wear my yellow kirtle. And it wasn’t a bad choice; I mean… it’s linen and fairly light. However the wide neck meant a lot of skin exposed to the horrible daystar… I decided to wear a high necked tunic under the dress instead of the wide necked chemise that was meant to go with it. I was angsty about how it looked… but it did cover the skin. Sure I looked horrible, I grabbed my stuff, and climbed into the car to go to the event. The husband did his best to be cheerful and positive… if not for him I probably would’ve just stayed home.
We got there; there was a coffee and pastry bar, husband got a doughnut and was happy. The breakfast bar is his favorite thing. We headed outside right away; it was cooler out of the building. We went over to the list area and socialized a little while the tournament was still going on. Husband went to the archery range and I sat and talked with Tariq a bit. Then I got lunch; started to feel a little better chatting with folks. Finally I realized there was no more putting it off; if I wanted to get some ends in before the archery competition I needed to go to the range. I sighed, picked up my bow and trudged up to the range…. and I had the wrong bow. I had grabbed my husband’s recurve instead of mine. Ugh.
Well… nothing to it but to hop in the car and drive home. In a way it was a good break; something simple and useful to do. I dropped my bowl and spoon from lunch in the sink, went up to the attic, left the husband’s bow and collected mine. Drove back to site. I was still in time to shoot. I didn’t warm up too much; since I hadn’t been shooting a lot I didn’t want to wear out my shoulder and arm on practice.
And I had a nice afternoon shooting and hanging out with friends at the range. I did not shoot as well as I hoped. I was quite disappointed, actually. But… I was in a better mood. It helped that two people complimented me on my outfit, which I had thought looked horrible.
We put the bows away, got more coffee, sat down in the shade and socialized some more. It was, honestly, a very nice laid back day once I got over beating myself up.
We went in for the court, as one does, to see who the new champions were. We got a nice spot against the wall (the floor and wall were cool and it was a bit warm in the building.) and chatted pleasantly with folks before court. The nice young man I was talking about thrown weapons with ended up being the new Standard Bearer, seems a nice bloke (I told him he should totally learn to fight holding the standard!) Velvet was made rapier champion and then… they called me up as Archery Champion! I nearly said “What the..” out loud. I was so shocked! I didn’t think I was in any danger of being picked with how I had shot that day!
Their Excellencies took me to task on what I had said to them earlier in the day “You will dedicate yourself to archery for one year” oh yeah, I said that. Right. There was a moment’s “What am I getting myself into?” pause, and then I agreed, wholeheartedly to be their Champion. I mean… this is a job I’ve applied for again and again since I first got a bow, back when I was dating Edward! We’re talking over 20 years here… I just hope that I will be a good champion and do them and the Barony proud. ❤
Best moment for me was Muldonny’s congratulations; he was so happy and genuine it made me feel so good.
So yeah… I guess I’m going to Pennsic this year.