GLMF

oh, but yesterday was wond’rus fun, my loves!  I and my darling younger sallied forth with my true love and our valiant, rapier-whealding friend.  my two brothers accompanied us a short time, but all the menfolk were sorely tested by the blazing heat, and soon my brothers had to part our company to seek the coolness of the long journey home.  for those remaining of our party, tho the sun shone upon us quite fiercely, we perserviered.  by later in the afternoon hours, the day had cooled somewhat, and we could wander to our hearts’ content without fear of perspiring to our deaths.

we stopped to see several entertainments along our wanderings; the wit was all bawdy, and in some cases was not witty at all.  at one point i resolved to leave my companions at one performance – the character was untalanted and crude in my estimation.  but on lighter thoughts, i found an artisan with silver ear orniments, and purchased me a set for my wedding day.  ’twas a cuff to cling to the upper ear, whilst a chain ran from it to a butterfly earpin below.  ’twas all quite charming, and made moreso by reason that she made the lot special to my instruction.  my love  bought him a leather pouch to wear with the kilt and billow-sleeved shirt that i made him with my own hands; our friend bought a dashing cavalier hat – i needs must find him a feather when next i go out to the fabric and curiosity seller’s.  my dear sister found her a lovely ring in the form of a coiling snake; she has a wond’rous fondness for the creatures, and fell in love with the piece the instant i showed her it.  she and i also found and bought us beautious candles from a maker of them, who infused his eyepleasing works with scented oils to please that other sense as well.

we quit the place at last as it began to close, well tired, but well and truely please with our day.  my sister enjoyed herself especially, and is greatly anticipating a return to the event in a year, and hopes fervently to accompany us to the ohio reniassance festival a few months from this, should we be able to attend.

but i am tired now, my dears; i am not accustomed to traipsing about in a tightly-cinched corset for hour upon hour, and my shoulders and back are sore from it.  my hips are sore from other things … but that is not a story for your eyes, my doves.

God save ye ’til we meet again …

"Faire" thee well!