Do you like my wee little wenches?
I think they look like Cinderella's mice.
I finished sewing the little corsets at about 2 am. Because I only had all year to finish them. Why not the night before?
I will tell you why not. Because there is no 24-hour grommet setter tool store.
I had bought grommets, of course. This isn't my first corseted rodeo. PUH-LEASE.
And I have a grommet setter. I have THREE grommet setters. But were any of them the right size?
Guess who saves the day? Brent of course. He went out first thing in the morning to the (non-24 hour) grommet store.
After the grommets were finally all hammered into place and the corsets were laced and the super cute pictures were taken, we are finally off to the Renaissance Festival!
Or as I like to call it, the Renaissance Festi-pit.
The Renaissance Festival is now an island in the middle of Ye Olde Gravel Pit. Because we don't need parking! We don't need park and rides! You're all just teleporting here, right? Oh you're not? Well you can just go fuck yourself. Huzzah!
The parking and getting to the gate was a freakish nightmare of epic proportions. My only advice is to take a xanax, hike up your wench skirt, and enjoy the 30 minute walk.
And have a refreshing pickle once you are in the gate!
We eat lunch while enjoying our favorite entertainer: flaming ladder juggler guy!
The girls can wait NOT ONE MINUTE LONGER to visit their favorite spot: Fairy Wing Forest. We head down that way.
There is a lovely satyr in the forest.
We sit down to watch the show.
These are the ducks who waddle around during the show.
And there are bunnies to pet!
This lady dances with this hedgehog held up above her head. I wonder what on earth he is thinking while she does that? don'tbarfdon'tbarfdon'tbarf
You know where they should put this show? About half way through Ye Olde Gravel Pit! You are almost there! Let us distract you with this adorable hedgehog!
We bought this forest fairy's CD and the girls listen to it every night while they go to sleep.
Do you want to be a fairy, always gay and always merry!
And here's Brent, speaking of always gay and always merry.
And me in my Scottish wench garb. It's warm so I've taken my tartan off and looped it around my purse strap.
After the show, we hike through the rest of the forest.
Little Bella, looking so happy and confident.
Then we get the highly-anticipated florentine ices that the girls love. And here is where I realize I should have sewed them florentine ice colored outfits.
Florentine ice explosion!
Notice Mimi's skirt in this picture:
If you dare to have an outfit on her that touches her stomach, she will push it down under her belly. We call it the Mimi lap-over. I kept trying to fix her skirt for the pictures and she kept frowning at me, "LAP. OVER."
Hey look! I bet they teleported here!
We go to say hello to the mermaids.
It is adorable.
Bella is hungry and asks for pot roast. Ummmmm....?
But look what I spot as we're walking around? POT ROAST sandwich! The girls wolf it down.
Two thumbs up!
Then I'm waiting in line for some hard cider and I overhear two women behind me talking ABOUT ME. oh my gosh oh my gosh OH MY GOSH. They are saying how I'm the one woman's exact type. And they like my red hair.
And then this happened.
Woman 1: "Small boobs, though."
Woman 2: "Yeah. Small boobs."
Still one of the best moments of my life.
At about 5 o'clock, it starts to rain, so we head out--stopping only to load up on nut rolls--for our 30 minute walk around Ye Old Gravel Pit. By the time we get to the car we are absolutely soaked through.
And so ends our sweet and tiring day at the Renaissance Festi-pit! Huzzah!