Okay so there are a lot more Ren Fest pictures than I thought, so I’ll have to continue to do them in installments. Because let’s be honest, people. I have no patience for having to edit and upload each photo individually. (Yes, I know how to do a batch edit in Photoshop, but I do it case-by-case for color touchup.)
So let’s get started, shall we?
We showed up, and this greeted our eyes:
These people were wearing so many sleigh bells that I thought Santa was coming. Too bad they weren’t wearing much else.
The Ren Fest has fairies too. 
I’m not gonna lie, I totally would have DIED if I’d gone to Ren Fest in high school. I woulda killed to dress up like these fairies. KILLED.
Then there were some unfortunate costumes, such as this lady’s…
But they had metal roses….
And lots of tall, BEAUTIFUL trees.
Since it’s fall the leaves were changing color and falling gently from the trees… it was so gorgeous I could have died. All it needed was a piano soundtrack and some slo-mo to be a scene from a movie.
They had men on stilts…
Gorgeous leather journals…
Dragons that breathed smoke and drank ale…
Face painters with blue hair and beards…
Delightful whirligigs…
Ladies in really creepy masks that never moved…
Perez Hilton…
And lest we forget, a nun and a friar. Because even the gypsies need saving.
And that’s it for tonight, kiddies! Maybe more tomorrow if I feel like it.
2 responses so far ↓
1 MOM // Nov 5, 2007 at 1:45 pm
I’m sitting at my desk eating a boring lunch and decided to get caught up on your blog, I liked the RENN Fair pictures but you KILLED ME WITH THE PICTURES OF THE FOOD! My mouth is watering with the steak and potatoes and the shrimp and veggies that you cooked. I loved the piece you wrote about good will hunting and the water lily flowers you took were beautiful That camera was the BEST investment you ever received. Love you bunches, “mommy”
2 JURASSIC JANET // Nov 5, 2007 at 2:47 pm
I dont know where to start. The visual pollution created by the cheeks on “Jingle Belle” combined with the creepiness factor of the masked ladies all add up to one heck of an uncomfortable experience. I would have absolutely gone postal if you’d've dragged me to this event. Although, I think the psychological evaluations that could be conducted on these colorful people would be fascinating!
Personally, though, I now want a smoke-breathing, ale-drinking dragon as a pet. Oh, and to the stout woman in the red skirt, fill up that tin cup with some tasty mead and go buy yourself some sleeves. They’ll take ten pounds off ya!