Sunday at the fair
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patgreene got up from a nap and felt better, and I decided to go ahead and dress up for the Dickens Christmas Fair. It was rather overwhelming at first... the kids loved it.
The sounds and crowd affectedpatgreene a bit, but I liked the bustle. And bustles, on some costumes ;-). On Thanksgiving, dawnd had given me a red patterned waistcoat... I already had a formal shirt, shoes and trousers, but my tuxedo jacket was just too modern. On Saturday, I got an ascot and found a long jacket at a thrift store in Palo Alto. Pat pinned the sleeves, and we were off... nursing our wounded minivan through the rain to the Cow Palace.
Initially, I regretted dressing-up... I felt I was under/wrong-dressed for the 1/3 of the people there in period costuming, while too overdressed to be mundane. Encounteringakienm and dawnd by chance in a shop, they had beautifully-detailed period costumes. Akien had his walking stick and a new cape and a gorgeous green silk waistcoat (that he'd made himself!). Dawn in a full hoopskirt and bonnet and gloves... beautiful. I actually felt rather intimidated around them because my own costuming fell well short of their standards... I wonder if that kind of thing happens at renfaires? I felt sheepish and quickly departed.
With Pat and the boys, we wandered... saw several shows (street theater, music hall, magic show, book reading, Scottish dancing troupe), played arcade-like games with the boys, admired penny-farthing bicycles, and were lucky to meetbdot while she was on a break from working in the teahouse. Keeping the kids together (and little hands off of breakables or first-edition books in shops) required constant attention. But worth it... David resumed talking in the faux-British accent that he'd adopted after seeing "Oliver!", and walked up to gentlemen and wished them a Happy Christmas :-). All of the males acquired new hats, too... We stayed until nearly closing... it was much fun, and even teenage-blase James got into the spirit after awhile. Hey, I'd go back.
And Pat took a photo of me after we babyed the car home:
patgreene got up from a nap and felt better, and I decided to go ahead and dress up for the Dickens Christmas Fair. It was rather overwhelming at first... the kids loved it. The sounds and crowd affected
patgreene a bit, but I liked the bustle. And bustles, on some costumes ;-). On Thanksgiving, dawnd had given me a red patterned waistcoat... I already had a formal shirt, shoes and trousers, but my tuxedo jacket was just too modern. On Saturday, I got an ascot and found a long jacket at a thrift store in Palo Alto. Pat pinned the sleeves, and we were off... nursing our wounded minivan through the rain to the Cow Palace. Initially, I regretted dressing-up... I felt I was under/wrong-dressed for the 1/3 of the people there in period costuming, while too overdressed to be mundane. Encountering
akienm and dawnd by chance in a shop, they had beautifully-detailed period costumes. Akien had his walking stick and a new cape and a gorgeous green silk waistcoat (that he'd made himself!). Dawn in a full hoopskirt and bonnet and gloves... beautiful. I actually felt rather intimidated around them because my own costuming fell well short of their standards... I wonder if that kind of thing happens at renfaires? I felt sheepish and quickly departed. With Pat and the boys, we wandered... saw several shows (street theater, music hall, magic show, book reading, Scottish dancing troupe), played arcade-like games with the boys, admired penny-farthing bicycles, and were lucky to meet
bdot while she was on a break from working in the teahouse. Keeping the kids together (and little hands off of breakables or first-edition books in shops) required constant attention. But worth it... David resumed talking in the faux-British accent that he'd adopted after seeing "Oliver!", and walked up to gentlemen and wished them a Happy Christmas :-). All of the males acquired new hats, too... We stayed until nearly closing... it was much fun, and even teenage-blase James got into the spirit after awhile. Hey, I'd go back.And Pat took a photo of me after we babyed the car home:
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The Bronwyn we sang about is a Welsh woman.
Akien has been to the Chiro now, and his neck is improving. He was much drugged at the Fair on Sunday.
Take your time on the cutaway or tails. You'll find one eventually, without having to overbid.