Humming to herself as she sat in her little sun-drenched work room, Niamh considered the piles of material that she’d accumulated over the last few years. Tulle, muslin, cotton of more varieties than she could count, velvet, linen… The list would go on and on if she let it. And it might be safe to say that she had a tiny problem. Of course, Nimue had teased her about hoarding, but Niamh knew it wasn’t that bad. It just needed thinning out and for her to be honest and admit that some of the costumes she’d been so keen to make simply weren’t going to happen.

And she wasn’t even going to think about her other workroom where she did armoring. Though, that one was the tidiest of the two given that she hadn’t had much occasion to repair or craft any armor for herself. Though… there was a thought. Niamh sat back, hands full of crushed velvet as she considered the practicality of offering bits of protective gear for senshi and knights. She trusted her work and knew it to be good. But none of it could be incorporated into the magic that chose uniforms. And the idea of squirreling away bags of gorgets, knee guards and other bits in the hopes that some baby knight or senshi would find them and have time to put them on before being attacked was honestly laughable. But perhaps just offering it purely for practices and friendly sparring. There were always those who didn’t know their own strength and any sparring injuries could be reduced that way. Yes, she mused, that might work. She’d make a mental note to discuss it with Nimue later. How handy that her own cousin was a knight!

But none of that plotting did a thing to help clear up the mess at her feet. Sighing, she resumed humming along to whatever her playlist was running and forced herself to the task at hand.

She had plenty of nice garb sets for renn faire season, so did she really need all this fancy stuff? Most of what she’d made was intentionally mix and match so she wouldn’t risk repeating a look too soon. Her feast gown did need work though and it would be nice to have something a little lighter weight. Okay. Good. This was progress. Piling the heavier fabric and trims off to one side, Niamh cleared her way through a fair amount before stopping. The Get Rid pile was larger than expected. But she could put out a general notice through the White Moon ranks for anyone who might want the stuff. Or even just tack a notice to the little bulletin board at the community theater. Which sounded much easier. Plenty of theater geeks were also into SCA and the like. The fabrics would go to good homes and be used and loved as they ought. Quickly cleaning up what she’d decided to keep, Niamh allowed herself a moment of feeling pleased with herself.

She’d tackle the cosplay supplies next. But later. Right now, she wanted a glass of lemonade and a few dozen bankers boxes for the things she’d be donating to the theater.

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