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Me, Becky, and Brigett strike a pose! |
Me and my crew made our first trip to Much Ado About Sebastopol a couple of weeks ago.
Goody McMannis, my friend Brigett, and my mom Tammy accompanied me to check out this faire that is also a fundraiser for the local schools. The faire had a few high points, since there were some dedicated rennies there who tried to add a historic bent to the event, but overall it is more a school fundraiser than an actual commercial Renaissance faire. I will continue to watch this fledgling event, but it is certainly not quite a legitimate faire right now.
However, the idea of faire as fundraiser is very familiar to me. Twelve years ago, I was student body president at my K-8th grade elementary school (a tiny thing of about 60 kids). Of course, with great power came great responsiblity: I needed to fundraise, and I was determined to blow my small-time school away! So, as a Renaissance faire enthusiast, there was no better option than putting on my own Renaissance faire. My mother was my assistant, sous chef, and all-around best friend, and without her my faire never would have had a sliver of a chance. We spent nearly every day for months prepping for the fundraiser, from crafting flower crowns to making peanut brittle. It was a rousing success, making an unheard-of $1000 for the school. The problem with MAAS, unfortunately, is that it is only somewhat above my long-ago pet project. I will never forget the fun and empowerment that came from putting on my own Renaissance faire. But as an Elizabethan hobbyist and not a community member or school parent, Sebastopol is not the faire for me.
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My faithful helper, my mom! Looking scandalous in our undies! |
That doesn't mean that we had a bad time, however!! The four of us had a great time hanging out, watching the court, and meeting and talking with other faire lovers. Without further delay, here are some pictures of our day at MAAS:
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The secret? My black & white waistcoat is a cardigan from Target!!!! I got so many compliments all day! |
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Turn to the left! Check out that bumroll! |
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I paired my cheater waistcoat with my gray linen petticoat, high-necked shirt, coif, and straw hat. If you look closely you can see my Elizabethan Costume favor! |
Next up: our annual trip to the
Northern California Renaissance Faire, the faire of all faires, my first love! We will be going the whole weekend and I can't wait to celebrate Oktoberfest in the 16th century. Farewell until this weekend!
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Working girls, Goody McMannis and I! Waistcoats and petticoats are always a good combo.
Unfortunately, our post-faire meal was mediocre too!
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