Here we go! Again! After too much time not being able to decide what to write about on my previous blog(s), I decided to just go with it and write about almost....everything. So here I sit, after choosing backgrounds and color schemes and putting on my Putumayo Vintage France CD, (yes, CDs still exist and yes, I still love them), and I am writing. I feel like my first blog post should be about a personal first for me. I went to a Renaissance Faire!!!

 It was the Georgia Renaissance Festival, to be exact, and I got a bug up my butt to go after a particularly bad couple of weeks. I do follow the Un-Official Georgia Renaissance Festival
page on Facebook, and have been enjoying the beautiful photos that people had been posting. Because of this Facebook page I discovered that, lo and behold, this past weekend was the last weekend. So I made my mind up, ordered a medieval dress from Amazon, and went. 

 So this was a tiny bit of an adventure, since the Georgia Renny is four hours away from me, closer to Atlanta. But, I reserved a room in Fairburn, GA, took off early from work on Saturday, (thanks co-workers!), and headed up the road. A little nervous because I didn't know what to expect from my weekend, but excited. Did I mention that my dress came in the DAY I LEFT? It was a sign, I was sure of it. 

 So, I got up stupid early the morning of the last day of the festival. I made my hotel coffee, went and got an apple from the complimentary breakfast, (saving room for the turkey leg I had been hearing about), and got ready for my debut into Renn Faire society. Even with the stupid early wake-up time, I STILL managed to leave later than I wanted. Typical Lilibet. 

 The Festival was only five minutes, but because of traffic it took me a whole TEN MINUTES to get there. The gates opened at 10:30. I got there at 11 and the field where everyone parked was already packed. I followed the car in front of me, bumping gently over the field until we were directed to our parking spots by orange flag wielding people. I parked, adjusted my flower crown and got out of the car. 

 I was surrounded by my people. All around me, people were adjusting fake swords, putting on helmets, horns, crowns, capes, fairy wings and pirate coats. It was amazing! I followed the small throng to the gates of Newcastle, bought my ticket, and went in. 

 It was magical. Young me would have fainted. This wasn't a half-assed Renaissance Festival. The buildings were amazing. The vendors were amazing. Too, too much to see. About an hour in I decided that I would spend at least an entire weekend at the festival, and bring my grownup camera. One of my first stops was a clothing vendor. I got a beautiful green skirt, among other things. While I was looking at the skirts, a tween girl told me, "green is TOTALLY your color!". So I got the green skirt. Thank you tween girl! She set me on my path to spending a lot of money, but also thoroughly enjoying every minute. Next time you make fun of a larper or Renn Faire enthusiast think twice. It's expensive, even if you hand make a lot of things. 

 I saw jousting, which, by the way is the Maryland state sport. I saw a centaur painfully walking in her centaur shoes. I saw fairies, mushrooms, a snail brigade, PIRATES, knights, a spider, all sorts of beautiful people. I saw non-costumed parents happily walking around with their costumed kids. It was beautiful and accepting and I highly recommend everyone attend a Renn Faire at least once in their life. Everyone was so welcoming and friendly. A girl came up to me to tell me I looked so pretty! She made my day, and to be honest, in my dress, with my flowers in my hair, I felt pretty. I ate a big ass turkey leg. It was delicious. It also made me very sleepy. 

 So, if you need a re-set, or a boost, get yourself to a Renn Faire. I promise you will love it. There truly is something for everyone.