Specifically, I love dressing up to go to the Renaissance Festival. If you ever get a chance to go as a "civilian" and then in Ren garb, you'll know why. You get treated as a completely different person when you're in velvet and brocade.
Today, we went to the Renaissance Festival. My guy was dressed in regular clothes, since we have not yet put together a costume for him. I was dressed in a gorgeous red getup made by Sandy at M'Lord and Tailors. I was asked if I was the queen by one little boy. I was asked to have my photograph taken by a man with a very nice camera (maybe I'll find myself on one of the RenFest photo pages). I was addressed by 3 women in matching dresses offering to buff my cleavage. I was told that my dress was beautiful/gorgeous/pretty countless times. And I was even called a weapon of mass seduction and threatened to be wrapped in duct tape.
The only thing I hate about going to the RenFest dressed up is that you're kind of expected to talk in some olde English accent. Uh. I suck at that. So I talk plainly or not at all.
Poor Brandon, in his plainclothes, got called a liability, a peasant, and lucky.
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