So today I dragged Sandy to King Richard's Faire, because it was close and she urgently needs a costume for ToV. Shopping for someone Sandy's size online or via catalogue is almost totally pointless, so we decided to shell out the outrageous entry fee to hit the shops and actually try stuff on. The resulting outfit is so adorable, she looks like one of Strawberry Shortcake's henchwomen. It's a little bit Ren Faire, a little bit Swinging London.
Sandy wasn't feeling so well when we arrived at the Faire. However, she perked up considerably once we were in the Moresca booth and she started trying things on.
Yes, I know. I'm not worthy.
The hat really brings it all together, I think. It was well worth getting harassed by the legions of unemployable, attention-starved sexual deviant pseudo-hippies with bad facial hair who staff KRF to get it. What IS it about KRF? I notice a much lower freak quotient at the CT Faire. Far fewer morbidly obese kilted men in bondage collars, or deranged theatre hornballs at CT Faire. Anyways, we had a mission, and we stuck to it. While Sandy tried stuff on, I wandered around making a nuisance of myself near her and taking pictures of other Rennies. I may post those eventually in an exhibition entitled "Carver Rennies: The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly".
Sandy and Piper have been drinking the same high-quality Salem tap water. MMMM, lead sure is sweet!
Oh yeah, definitely a family resemblance.
You'd have given her a rose, too.