I left you hanging on the letter L.
The last thing I bought was a wooden hair comb.
After two and a half years of drought, I finally got to go to a renaissance festival again. Sure, it wasn't my beloved Kansas City affair with its plot lines and its leafy trees, but I could tell as soon as I stepped out of the car in the parking lot that it would do nicely.
I was so relieved that it smelled right, sounded right, felt right. I spent the first 15 minutes just basking in the atmosphere.
I was delighted to find that Morgan's Mane had set up shop here, too. A comb was the one thing I had hoped to buy at the Festival, so to find the very shop I had grown accustomed to in my youth was a real treat. (Tartanic was another unexpected bit of home.)
The clear stone and red feather were gifts. Annie, Shantel, and I were each given a stone by a benign sculptor because none of us had dowries. (True story.) We got the feathers from a wandmaker for being pretty. (Matt got a feather, too, for being handsome.)
I was extremely proud of myself for not making any insane impulse buys.
Listening to: Once Upon a Time
Reading: Paradise Lost by John Milton