A Pyxis!

Well overwhelmed is the word that comes to mind with the recent awards that I've received pretty much back to back. 

My award, done by Goda (Rebecca Gustafson) an embordered silk velvet purse, with tablet woven edging, styled after extant purses. Embroidery is based off a French 14th century extant embroidery fragment. 

Story time! Our household ended up with a tradition after a few of my siblings getting their pyxis at WW camp via a roaming court, in their period undergarments. It's become a household tradition. Godefroy had been threatening to catch me with one for a handful of years.  

This year at St Radgins Faire, he finally was able to catch me. 

Friday, I was deeply on the struggle bus and so after camp setup, I went to wander and found myself a bit tipsy at a bardic fire, when my HH sibling appeared to fetch me back to household camp, which I was a bit put out about, but figured my laurel was checking in on me. When I arrived, a handful of usual crew was around, nothing sus, and I was told it was scotch night, and G said household "needed" to be there. I was bit frustrated I was pulled away for that, plus the hem of my gown was wet and getting muddy from the dew, and I was sweaty from the day, so I decided I was going to give my moody self a moment to decompress in my tent and change my garb. 

Just as I had peeled off all my layers, quite nude, Ethini's standing in my doorway to fetch me. What. why? And I hear my name being called into court. I threw something hastily on, and made my way to the social space to find close to 30 people standing in camp, I might have lightly cursed G, and then I was inducted into the order of the Pyxis. I received an amazing hand embroidered purse from a geek I deeply admire. There were hugs and tears. 

The fact that Godefroy knew me well enough to know that I was going to change was the exact moment he called the royals into camp, He managed to one up his threat and actually caught me in the nude. Add in that he had orchestrated for many of my closest folks to be there, hiding them around the corner as I was hauled into camp so I wouldn't be overwhelmed (or suspect shenanigans), meant the world to me, even if I wasn't quite ready for that in the moment. The purse I received was perfect, I felt so deeply loved and seen. I broke down and cried for a good while afterwards.

This kind of became a core memory for me and I'm so grateful to my people.