|Erin in one of her creations. All her costumes are accurate to the time period. The skirt alone weighed nearly ten pounds!|
Recently, my daughter Erin and family attended the Renaissance Faire near Pasadena, California. In years past, Erin had been an active member of the Guild which provided an Elizabethan presence, complete with all degrees of nobility. Normally, Erin and Brian would have been clothed in expensive and accurate costumes she has created over the years.
The problems were that Bright Eyes and Sunshine have outgrown their old costumes.
They went to the Faire as tourists, in shorts and sandals and lathered in sunscreen. The girls wore tattered fairy wings left over from Halloween, and they had a grand time, the best Erin could remember.
Freedom from the heavy costumes and the burden of being in character allowed them to explore, experience, run, and play.
At the end of the day, they arrived home drenched in sweat and caked in dust-turned-mud. Erin took the girls in through the garage, stripped them down, and threw the damp clothes straight into the washer.
Bright Eyes is a modest 8 ½ year-old. She wrapped a large shirt around herself, and ran up to the bath tub.
But Sunshine, oh 7 year-old Sunshine. She was born nude and would live her entire life as a nudist, if given the chance. She stripped down and streaked through the house. She ran into Daddy at the foot of the stairs, only then realizing that she was naked.
Sunshine smiled big, threw her arms open wide, and exclaimed, “I’ve been robbed!” Giggling, she raced up the stairs to join her sister in the tub.
Robbed, in deed.