Last year, some of my outfits caused a bit of commenting around the fairegrounds. I took a very liberal view of the term 'Renaissance Faire'. To me, since the Renaissance was a period of discovery, open-mindedness (relatively speaking), and a general opening to that which may be different...celebrating it by strictly adhering to the outfits of the time seemed a bit counter-productive.
So, last year I took that idea and ran with it, creating quite a few outfits that weren't exactly 'period' garb. This year, I've accelerated that practice, and for nine weekends straight, every day, came in an outfit that 1) Was different than all the preceding outfits, and 2) Would not qualify as 'period' wear even by the most liberal standards. Sadly, I could not get pictures of all of them.
Anyways, the first set of pictures is my various outfits for this year:
My pajama-pirate outfit, along with my trusty Staff of Intestinal Discomfort +1.
Me as...er, a girl-type thing, hanging out with my little sister and Loki. Yeah, I chill with Norse gods, does that not rock?
This was the 'Why the fuck did I wear ten pounds of wool on a day the temperature hit triple-digits (f)' outfit.
Meggles and I came together as, now dubbed by everyone who saw us, the Skittles Avengers.
Due to a promise to a friend, and because I look damn good in it, the red-pleather tube-tob made an appearance.
A common false-presumption many people made is that my outfits have some sort of purpose or overall theme. This one disabused quite a few of that notion. Still, home-made yarnfalls rock.
...and sadly enough, they were still outdone by the zombies. The scarlet letter, though, got me in a bit of trouble...
...and I ended up getting an impromptu marriage ceremony from Edgar Hellstone, the Faire's only Puritan.
Someone dared me to wear a fairy-outfit. I guess, like the admin, I like a good dare.
And, not one to leave it at that, I took it one step further and created the duct-tape fairy.
As the season neared its end, I started fluctuating between genders a bit more often.
...and finally, I finished the year with a bang. The unveiling of the duct-tape two-piece (still the only outfit to ever give me actual cleavage), and its companion sword, The Compensator, caused a few comments.
Other sights included...
Devin, one of the few males I've had the hots for, torturing some of the chainmaille girls.
Angel (left), who's pretty much a mother to me, and Mouse (right), who's...well, a greek statue.
Loki and Mikey, the quite unambiguously gay duo...despite the fact that Loki's completely straight.
Ann, my honourary little sister, and Kyle, otherwise known as Lord Meat.
Broon, a national performer, giving the international symbol of 'Yup, I'm feeling good!'
Adri, who can be filed under the catagory of 'insufferably cute'.
Also, a few pics that fall under the catagory of 'Really damn good reasons to support your local ren faire':
And lastly, a picture that sums up, better than words, what a season at the faire is like:
