|F with his spiffy new Robin|
Hood hat and fancy
dragon face painting.
Yes! This past weekend was the much anticipated trip to the Ren Faire! Okay, Renaissance Fair to the non-geekish crowd. King Richard's Faire to be precise. Admittedly, this sort of thing is much more my husband's kind of activity. I have a thing about people in costumes. They freak me out. Especially when they are role playing so sincerely that they question any 20th century word that comes out of someone's mouth. And they call me "M' Lady." [[shudder]]
The first time I went was about eleven years ago. I was so freaked out by all the folks in costume that I actually shelled out a considerable sum of money to buy my own while we were there. I figured that if I blended in, nobody would bother me. It worked! Well, nobody was really bothering me in the first place, but I felt like people were looking at me as if I had lobsters crawling out of my ears. Not the case, I'm sure, but I was very self-conscious. As it turns out, I had a really great time, and quite got into the spirit of the whole thing. Plus my dress was fun. Did I mention that there's a TON of cleavage showing at these things?
We read lots of fairy tales and stories about brave knights and my kids love to spend their time bouncing around the yard on their hoppy horses while "jousting" or "chasing dragons" with their swords and sheilds. they were excited beyond words to be going to a fair where this sort of thing was the theme.
|S goes whizzing by with her sword |
as she tries to capture the ring from
the dragon's hand.
They were not disappointed! As soon as we arrived, we hit the tournament field to watch four knights, one of whom was a woman (yay!), compete at various skills on horseback. Knocking things over with lances, tests of good aim, etc. All of which were duplicated the next day in our back yard and living room, minus the bawdy medieval insults from the crowd. Then we ate some lunch. Pizza. Not as medieval as a giant roasted turkey leg, but, hey, we're vegetarian. If we got hungry later, we could grab a snack at___no kidding___"The King's Nuts." We caught a great story telling of Jack and the Beanstalk, and the kids got to try out a couple of the rides, all of which were man-powered. These are medieval times after all. They even tested their skill at knocking over tin knights with little crossbows. Oh, and they got their faces painted. Total bonus there.
At this point I feel obligated to offer a few words on all the weaponry. I am appalled at children's gun play. I don't let my kids watch anything violent. They don't watch any TV at all, actually, and do not use the computer. However, somehow, I am not bothered by the play they exhibit while using their little wooden swords and shields, or even the little marshmallow shooting crossbow which technically belongs to my husband. It all seems so noble, to be fighting a dragon, or testing their skills at some knightly game. There seems to be a sense of honor involved, not just fighting for the sake of fighting. I'm sure I could write a whole blog post on this topic another time. Just thought I'd mention it.
|S and the big wooden wizard.|