Friday night, I spent a while trying to decide what to wear the next day. I knew I would be wearing my bodice and the purple shirt that goes with it. I'm wearing them in my icon, and yes, the shirt is really purple even though the picture makes it look blue. I just couldn't decide how to dress my lower half. A skirt would be more like garb, but most of my skirts really aren't anything like period, and the ones that might pass are all the wrong colors. Shorts would just be wrong. So, I decided on jeans, hoping that it wouldn't be too hot.
Saturday morning I drove up to the NY Renaissance Faire in Sterling Forest. I was pleasantly surprised to find that it was less than an hour from my apartment, making this decidedly my most convenient RenFaire trip ever. On the other hand, driving in a leather bodice is mildly inconvenient, because it restricts the mobility of the upper body. The true inconvenience, however, happened at around the same time I reached the New York border, when the knot on one of my shoulder lacings came untied, and the lacing started to loosen. I can tighten the other lacings myself, but I need help for the shoulders. So, I entered the Faire in a state of wardrobe malfunction.
I was meeting the Great Horde, but since I was about an hour behind them, they were well underway by the time I arrived. I called
When I finally arrived,
A bit earlier than that, I had lost my footing on a patch of uneven path, and fell and landed on my knee. I got pretty badly scraped up and bruised. I was very glad I'd chosen the jeans, though - as bad as it was, at least my knee had been protected, and no dirt got into the wound. I suspect that if I hadn't been wearing jeans, I would have needed stitches. However, it's been healing very quickly.
We left fairly early, but on the way out, I stopped at a cart selling wooden roses. At a distance, they look real. Up close, they still don't look like wood. I bought a dozen of them. They were expensive, but they are pretty, and they will last indefinitely. They should keep me from coveting the real flowers most of the time.
Anyway,