Huzzah!

Rowie is a wench-magnet!

Yesterday Rowan and I went to the Michigan Renaissance Festival. Turns out it is only an hour away (less if you speed) and the largest faire I have ever seen. The weekend's theme was Irish/Celtic- absolutely perfect since Ro and I both have red hair now.

Since I am a total dork I insisted that we both attend the faire in costume. I dyed one of my dresses a pretty teal colour- to feel like I had something new to wear- and I made Rowan a tiny pirate top and green tunic. All modesty aside, we had some of the best costumes there. Knowing that I can make this kind of garb made me feel artsy, and it prevented me from spending money on new stuff at the faire shops (although a large feathered hat was tempting).

We met many interesting people and had our photo taken by just about everyone. A woman even asked if I had dyed my baby's hair to make him look more Irish! They are filming a movie at the faire and we were asked to be extras during the production, but it was too hard to commit to being that far away from home for the next three weekends. Too bad, because Rowie did look cute. All the wenches loved him and a group of pirates had a mock fight to decide which one of them was his father. It was a great day for both of us!

Huge faire; huge crowds!

Medieval device used to toss children into the sky. Very barbaric.

The Washing Well Wenches. "Good, clean fun. Wet, dirty wenches!"

Riding into the joust.

We had tea with the Queen and her party. She likes puns.

Steve in 30 years.

The pirates who argued over Rowan's paternity. Arr!

A male belly dancer. He was amazingly graceful.

Rowie lounging in some hay at the end of the faire.