Sabra and I attended the Hoggetowne Medieval Faire. Her birthday is early and February and this is our second year enjoying the tradition of the fair. Last year we were simple tourists. This year we DRESSED UP. I borrowed a lovely gown from Killian the story teller. Sabra, not wanting to be left out of the “Adult Dress-up Day”, ran me all around thrift stores on Saturday to find her a dress. We ended up armed with the soft taupe lacy dress for her under dress and two drapery panels.
Scarlet O’Hare, Carol Burnette and Julie Andrews eat your heart out. We made her tapestry overdress out of the drapes. It was going to be pretty chilly so she layered a stretchy taupe turtleneck under the whole thing. She looked sensational. We had a lot of fun Saturday night laying Killian’s dress out on the drapes to use as a pattern. We laughed as we sewed with plans to do more bigger better next year.
This morning dawned for the faire, clear and C.o.l.d. We met Madeline and her husband at the faire. Aren’t their costumes fantastic? A group of their friends made us welcome but soon we all lost each other in the packed Sunday crowds.
Sabra and I loved to see the jousting and sword fighting. I could sit on a bench and watch other costumed fair goers walk by. We listened to beautiful music through out the fair and interesting shopping at the merchants.
And What about those fantastic Scottish drummers and bag pipe player. Woo Whee. They sounded great and what a show. You can never go wrong with men in plaid kilts and dark muscle shirts playing bag pipes and several varieties of drums. We were on the side of the chess board where the apparent leader of the group entertained with emphatic drum beats and occasional celtic kicks that were tastefully not quite high enough to confirm what those young men wear under their kilts.
Didn’t you just want to run your fingers through his long hair. Be calm my inner cougar. We had the fun of standing behind several of his inebriated fan girl groupies. Their reaction was almost as entertaining as the music. Strong tribal beats had the crowd clapping, dancing and kicking up their own feet.
Ah the faire.