I have discovered the most magical place ever. It has prompted me to wonder why the whole of the world is not completely covered with lewd beard-y men selling pickles. I am baffled.
Not only do I have a MAJOR soft spot for men in kilts, there is enough jingly, sparkly, shiny caboodle to keep my inner pirate reeling from the treasure equivalent of snow blindness.
It was the Michigan Renaissance Festival, and I swear I could have lived out the rest of my life there in complete happiness.
There were tree people (pictured above…look closely, because he looks like a tree) and human statues that were incredibly freaky and reminded me a little bit too much of weeping angles.
There were pony rides, camel rides, and I’m sure if I had’ve turned up the charm I could have been privy to a Knight ride as well. The place was absolutely huge and I was blissfully lost basically the entire time.
My backup career has always been piracy, and this gave me a great opportunity to not only practice, but fraternize with other sea faring scallywags. Yarrr.
Aye! Avast! There be mermaids too!
And shiny ladies!
And sharp pointy things!
We broke for a feast of drumsticks and ale,
And I tried not to completely cover myself in it.
A Highland Tournament was run throughout the day, cabers were tossed, stones were thrown and kilts were bloody everywhere!
There was something happening in every direction you turned!
Oh look! It’s the Queen! Her Majesty Elizabeth the First! What a ruff she’s got going on there!
And the parade continues…
The jousting arena is full and ready to host the day’s prime spectacle!
The Queen says her piece
And in ride the day’s Knights
And it begins!
What a fantastic way to spend a day! I’m so glad I got to go and am already making grand plans for next summer!
-Miss Hailey Jane