355. Renaissance Nubility
August 29th, 2010 § 6 Comments
Sometimes I wake up from dreams so banal and ordinary that I forget it was a dream. For example, the other night I dreamed I texted my friend about a frisky car ride, and the next day on the phone, I referred to my dream texts, and he was so confused. I think I dreamt that I wrote a blog post about going to the Renaissance Faire in Iowa, (see what I mean about banal dreams that are so lowly and lacking in magic that they feel more like memories than dreams?) because I went to delete these photos from my ‘blog’ folder and I suddenly realized that I had never shared them with you in the first place.
I’m wearing my favorite Gunne Sax dress in the above photo and a pair of espadrilles that I gave to my friend Eli before leaving Iowa. I bought the Gunne Sax dress from a thrift store in San Francisco in 2005, and I’ve probably outgrown it, but I can’t bear to part with it because I’ve had some of my happiest days and nights in that dress. Like this day, when V, K & I went to get brunch at Boogaloos, and V was wearing this kick ass sweater from Wasteland, and the metal eye of Mordor hadn’t yet fallen off of my tooled purse.
I had a really happy day when I wore this dress to the Ren Faire. My friend Tal came too, and she’s going to be a very famous writer very soon so you better remember that name and that face! There were a lot of nubile women in faux-corseted velvet and lace dresses. There was a dreadlocked dog (so non humans can also do cultural appropriation, huh?) One dude spent the entire Ren Faire laying on his back and pulling out clumps of grass. I spent it eating cannoli’s and greasy fast food renamed as some mixed-up Medieval pun that ought to have offended Ren Faire purists.
With love,
Jenny
Jenny! You look lovely. I have those banal dreams, too. I had one last night that was so boring that I was convinced it had to be real (it involved the company shipping our stuff to the US). I am disappointed in my subconscious sometimes.
That dog looks like an ill-groomed Puli. Just so you know that, in this case, it wasn’t a case of someone taking their cultural appropriation really seriously!
Oh my gosh, and according to Wiki, their tightly coiled curls make them essentially waterproof! I wish it had rained that day so I could have seen big drops of water slide right off that pup.
What is that game in the last photo? Throw the ring on the bunny? Interesting…
Ren Faire Iowa! The memories! Oh Jenny, I LOVED that Ren Faire, even though I guess it wasn’t that great. But there was all sorts of goth jewelry with dorky Celtic knots and dragon claws for me to salivate over, and there were Irish Wolfhounds. Actually, I think I spent most of the day at the Irish Wolfhound pen. The Gunne Sax dress is lovely, of course, as are the unexpectedly blue espadrilles, but DAMN, I too have an Sauron purse, and if the eye ever fell off I’d throw a petulant little tantrum. I miss you. If you were here we could go to the Minnesota State Fair, which is supposed to be the King of Fairs, or at least the Duke of Fairs. 2 million Minnosotans can’t be wrong?
xo
I NEED to go to the Ren Faire, and I need to be wearing this:
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