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| 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.
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| Sunshine's first Faire in her mother's arms |
The problems were that Bright
Eyes and Sunshine have outgrown their old costumes.
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| Erin, Sunshine, Brian, and Bright Eyes |
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.
Freedom—aaahhhh.
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.
Freedom: aaahhhhhh!
