Hello dear readers! I went away for a few days to visit some of the tribe and travel to the Sterling Renaissance Festival. Hubby and I go every year and always enjoy it immensely. As usual, Weretoad and I dressed up. It was pirate weekend, but we dressed as … wealthy merchants? Lesser nobles? I dunno. We wore nice outfits, how about that? I wore the outfit my mum gave me. It looked like this but in hunter green. My husband wore his wedding outfit which looked somewhat like this but with hunter green accents rather than silver and Celtic knot embroidery. I made us each pouches which I will display at a later date.
I purchased many lovely things. I always save some money to indulge myself at the Renaissance Festival. I look forward to being more financially secure (if such a thing will be possible in the future) and buying a whole wardrobe or large pieces of home decor one day*. Even when I cannot afford the luxuries, the numerous talented artisans annually inspire my imagination and encourage me to keep practicing.
Anyway, I bought a miniature clay bowl for my traveling altar, two bottles of ink (one of green pigment and the other called “wine”), some echinacea root, witch hazel bark, coltsfoot, and rosemary incense. My husband bought me a rose and an amazing sculpture to hang on our walls (Photo at left. The sculpture was made by the talented Jason Bakutis). It’s supposed to be Bast but I don’t get the Egyptian vibe from it. When I saw it, I fell in love with it as a catsidhe or my personality incarnate**. Art is all about interpretation, no? Now I just need to figure out where to hang this beauty…
We didn’t see as many shows this time, which leads me to believe that we need to go twice next year. There is just too much to see and do in one day. I did, however, have an amazing discussion with the Earthcraftyr herbalist and self-proclaimed “ditch witch.” We talked about trance, flying ointments, different plants, and connecting with nature. I was so grateful that she took some time to share her wisdom with me. I would love to take a class from her in the future.
* “I wanna be a billionaire so freaking bad…”
** All the same, I used to be devoted to Bast in my eclectic Wiccan days. She helped me through some rough times and started me on the road to being a strong woman. I’ll always be grateful to her for that. We grew apart eventually; I guess she had taught me all I needed and I was sent promptly to the Gods of Ireland.
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