Closing weekend at our local Renaissance Faire. Though the morning was chilly, the season never runs late enough to break out the furs, and the vendors suffer for it.
We have garb and we want to wear it! I bring it up to every vendor I talk to lately; that the people wear more, and thus buy more in cold weather. Climate change is making faire-season unseasonably warm, so even though we packed gloves and scarves in the trunk, we never needed them. Not even a possibility of wearing the cloaks and viking jackets this year. At least not until our own party.
The theme of the final weekend at the Connecticut Renaissance Faire was “Spooky Merry” or something like that. Trying to pull in the Christmas fanatics and maybe make people think about the gift shopping on the horizon. Halloween hadn’t even passed at our time of attending, so I leaned into orange and black and a big witch’s hat, which received the most compliments. Jake regretted not wearing his hat.
Because of the time constraints of the dog’s daycare, we only stayed for about 4 hours, but that was enough time to catch two shows, see all of the vendor booths, and even stand in line for a ‘gourmet’ grilled cheese, complete with potato sticks as if that doesn’t scream ‘this is trash food.’
The armored combat was delightful. Men and women pummeling the poop out of one another, quickly exhausted by their heavy armaments. There were several squires fighting and it was impressive to see the contrast between the speed of a squire in full armor, and that of a more experienced knight. The knights moved with speed and agility, showing that the armor was not restrictive, merely heavy, while the squires lumbered about the field of combat walloping one another without the strength to dodge an oncoming attack.
As warned possible, there was blood.
