All week long I’ve been hitting thrift store after thrift store in search of the perfect pants. While there I also peruse the shoe section in hopes of finding a pair of old-school looking sandals to accompany the garb. I already have a sweet shirt, but I’m having difficulty setting up the rest of the outfit.
Normally I’m not this anal about what I wear. Heck, as long as I feel comfortable I don’t mind looking out-of-the-ordinary. But this weekend is kinda special. I’m heading out to the Renaissance Faire with a friend from work, her boyfriend, his folks, and perhaps a few others. I’ve already got a tan colored, rustic-looking, tie up (not button up) shirt that looks the part, and I’m planning on not shaving the lower part of my beard to fill the rural, farmer/hunter/gatherer look of the period. I’m not sure what most everyone else is wearing, or even if they plan to dress up for the faire, but I was out shopping with Linda a couple of weeks ago when we found this amazing 17th century looking dress that fit her so well. She said that she already had sandals to match, so she’s pretty well set up for the day.
The last time I went to a Renaissance Faire was waaaay back when I was 15 and learning how to drive. Ruthy (my second-to-oldest sister) was teaching me the basics of Stick Shift the week we went. I remember the dusty walkways and so many people dressed up in era-appropriate garb that it made the day fun! Plus I was with Ruth, and I tend to enjoy myself thoroughly with her. I’m looking forward to this weekend!
And Thursday momma and I went to the fabric store and picked out some linen that contrasted the shirt, and she’s probably going to sew me a pair of pants that look the part that’ll last me the day, and maybe I’ll keep ‘em for pajama bottoms or something! 8o)
Be jealous. Or be happy for me. Or just be.