Ren Faire is over! *keels over*

Well, the Metea Ren Faire is mercifully over -- I am soooooo tired!  I didn't want Boe and I to wear our houppelandes as the hem on mine is wonky and they're danged heavy. So instead I wore a blue silk bliaut and Boe wore his red silk tunic -- he looked splendid and we were both very shiny indeed.

My lovin' man decided to have a private word with one of the jousters and made arrangements for me to enjoy a ride on said jouster's Percheron -- something I think I would have enjoyed a bit more had I been wearing pants and had a moment or two to gain my bearings when in the saddle. (The last time I was on a horse was at the age of 10, so it had been quite a long time.) But it brought out my inner 11 year old and I spent quite some time squeeing over being lipped by the horses while feeding them apples. Hee.

Saturday, well, that was just rough. I had worked from 10 pm Friday night to 7 am Saturday morning, and the faire began at 10 AM. Ouch. I didn't mean to fall alseep the last half hour of the faire -- really, I didn't! But I did have the self-possession to snap a self portrait with my cell phone -- you can see how very tired I am here:

Yep, I was exhausted. On the plus side, the stripey silk I used to edge the neckline also serves as the lining of the pendant sleeves on the bliaut. I don't really give a rip if it's accurate or not, it just looks spiffy as hell. 

Sunday was a good deal better which may have had something to do with the 12 plus hours I slept Saturday night), but it was still very draining. God, I will be glad when Boe and I step down from being Crowns. All the little diplomatic fires to put out all the danged time just become stifling.

Just to be a picture-tastic post, I am also including some of the photos I have just managed to upload from my phone. Because they are phone camera photos, some of them may not be nearly as crisp and clear as I would like.


 Boe in his red cotton (honest to God, it looks/feels like wool!) supertunic and linen damask undertunic.  This is right before he grew his beard back.


 Quite possibly the blurriest shot I have ever seen from my camera phone. The wool bliaut is a bit more red instead of purple, but  it sleeves and neckline is trimmed in teal silk. the long thing dangling from a breast the bodice is, unsurprisingly, a paternoster. The only good thing about this picture is you can see the general lines of the gown.


Fagan, a daddy's boy Boe's cat. That dope look on his face is standard procedure.


Frank is his patented "Cover of GQ" pose.