Going To The Bristol Ren Faire

Aug 17

A Pirate and A Fairy

A few nights before we embarked on our trip, Lauren and I made plans to prepare our uniforms, cough, cough, I mean costumes. We went to Spirit Halloween, before it vanished for the season like the travelling Witchlight Carnival and began to shop. We tried out a number of hats and necklaces, before settling on our outfits, she would become a bubblegum pink fairy, and I would become the friendly neighborhood pirate, more interested in casual conversation and bar hopping, then killing or thieving. I got a white shirt from Goodwill, red fabric that I cut and tore from Hobby Lobby, and a necklace, hat and a few other trinkets from Spirit.

In Lauren’s Driveway, about to embark on our 90 minute drive to Bristol

We’re Going To The Faire

Originally planned to be 4 of us, Lauren’s brother dropped out last minute and we became the three musketeers, Lauren, myself, and her mom. Yes, really. Her mom did complain most of the drive up, longest hour and a half of my life, she also complained most of the day as we were walking around, but that’s okay.

We got out of the car, joining the hordes of minstrels, princesses, knights, and occasional peasants marching their way to the entrance gates.

The Queen’s Joust