Or, Markets, Friends, and The Patriot. Plus food, costumes, goofy sisters, and a little bit of music. With a fireworks finale, of course.
Friday was a pretty typical Friday--the morning busy-ness to get ready for the market, rushing the two parties going out the door, etc. The unusual portion of Friday was the evening, when our dear friends from Louisiana came through on their way to Robert's "hometown" for the 4th. They stopped and had supper with us at the local Bob Evans. They didn't stay long...but I think we'll see them again on their way home. They brought along their granddaughter, Hannah. I remember walking with Hannah at church when she was knee-high to a grasshopper--maybe age 2? I cannot remember, I was only about 8 myself. So...if you can't tell, we've known these folks for quite a while...more than half my life!
I love them and am always glad when they happen through "our way"!! Lots of laughs...always.
Friday was a pretty typical Friday--the morning busy-ness to get ready for the market, rushing the two parties going out the door, etc. The unusual portion of Friday was the evening, when our dear friends from Louisiana came through on their way to Robert's "hometown" for the 4th. They stopped and had supper with us at the local Bob Evans. They didn't stay long...but I think we'll see them again on their way home. They brought along their granddaughter, Hannah. I remember walking with Hannah at church when she was knee-high to a grasshopper--maybe age 2? I cannot remember, I was only about 8 myself. So...if you can't tell, we've known these folks for quite a while...more than half my life!
I love them and am always glad when they happen through "our way"!! Lots of laughs...always.
Saturday. As you know it was Independence Day itself, my favorite celebration of the year (outside Christmas; they may actually be equal). I worked the market that morning--and I knew doing that would kind of throw off the rest of the day--but we raked in a surprisingly large amount for a "holiday" weekend, so I reckon the rather out of order day was worth it. :)
Of course, I went to market wearing my newly constructed 1770's era top/vest. It probably isn't completely accurate, but it was pretty decent, I think. I got a few odd looks and it actually prompted a conversation with one customer in which I was able to put my two-cents in about the overabundance of women reenacting "female soldiers" in the various reenacting fields.
Of course, I went to market wearing my newly constructed 1770's era top/vest. It probably isn't completely accurate, but it was pretty decent, I think. I got a few odd looks and it actually prompted a conversation with one customer in which I was able to put my two-cents in about the overabundance of women reenacting "female soldiers" in the various reenacting fields.
(Yes, I'm actually pinned into my bodice, not laced. That is the way they wore them a majority of the time--rich and poor.)
I half-way expected Mama to hint that she didn't want me going "in costume", but I think she's comfortable with me being weird. I find that I am surprisingly confident and comfortable going out in public looking like an absolute nut-job. A few years ago, I don't think I would have had the courage to step out decked out like that to work the market.
The chemise/under shirt was left over from, believe it or not, a Reformation Day outfit--that one never fit...I looked like a horse and my grommets fell out, so I only ever wore it once. The skirt is my faithful blue (ploy/cotton, so not historically accurate) "Civil War" skirt that works fantastically for various eras. I had one of my petticoats tucked up in an attempt to mimic the "bum-roll" that was a staple for getting the skirt to stick out just right. Surprisingly, it worked fairly well and stayed in place all day despite being sat upon, ran about in, and the jumping out of the back of the truck I did. My "whisk" (aka scarf) is actually on old rayon (once again, wrong fabric) triangular shaped scarf which I have had in my possession ever since I can remember. It was a dress-up staple when I was so little that I could wear it practically like a cape. I have always loved the fabric, black with those small little white flowers on it. Oh, and the apron? That is from Savannah's Pilgrim outfit that Mama made (we each had one) way back in North Carolina--late '90's...Yeah...we keep stuff. :D
Alright, enough about my clothes for the moment.
We had invited friends to come for the day, but they were unable to make it...so it was just us. I guess in the long run, it was probably better that way because everybody was tired (even though I was giddy because I simply love the 4th of July) and Daddy in particular. He had had a rough night and went back to bed and slept for most of the morning. :)
We had planned on going shooting, but decided against it as it closed in on 4 o'clock and we rather wanted to watch The Patriot this year. We didn't see it last year because we had family here--and you just don't sit company down to watch TV with you when you don't see them very often. :D So...while I goofed off for pictures, I didn't actually fire this (or my birthday present--but you know, I really could go out and shoot that without supervision...I'm competent enough with firearms that I don't need someone watching me):
The chemise/under shirt was left over from, believe it or not, a Reformation Day outfit--that one never fit...I looked like a horse and my grommets fell out, so I only ever wore it once. The skirt is my faithful blue (ploy/cotton, so not historically accurate) "Civil War" skirt that works fantastically for various eras. I had one of my petticoats tucked up in an attempt to mimic the "bum-roll" that was a staple for getting the skirt to stick out just right. Surprisingly, it worked fairly well and stayed in place all day despite being sat upon, ran about in, and the jumping out of the back of the truck I did. My "whisk" (aka scarf) is actually on old rayon (once again, wrong fabric) triangular shaped scarf which I have had in my possession ever since I can remember. It was a dress-up staple when I was so little that I could wear it practically like a cape. I have always loved the fabric, black with those small little white flowers on it. Oh, and the apron? That is from Savannah's Pilgrim outfit that Mama made (we each had one) way back in North Carolina--late '90's...Yeah...we keep stuff. :D
Alright, enough about my clothes for the moment.
We had invited friends to come for the day, but they were unable to make it...so it was just us. I guess in the long run, it was probably better that way because everybody was tired (even though I was giddy because I simply love the 4th of July) and Daddy in particular. He had had a rough night and went back to bed and slept for most of the morning. :)
We had planned on going shooting, but decided against it as it closed in on 4 o'clock and we rather wanted to watch The Patriot this year. We didn't see it last year because we had family here--and you just don't sit company down to watch TV with you when you don't see them very often. :D So...while I goofed off for pictures, I didn't actually fire this (or my birthday present--but you know, I really could go out and shoot that without supervision...I'm competent enough with firearms that I don't need someone watching me):
Katherine made some crack about my non-historically accurate watch...I'm surprised it wasn't about my peeling nail polish. ;)
Anyway, while we waited for the parents, who were in various stages of fire-starting and grandparent socializing, Katherine worked on making a Southern staple in a version that us weird-eating people could eat. She did it! She made a passable Banana Pudding!! We also goofed around with the camera...and Savannah and I did a little music, but just a very little. She is really have issues seeing the music since she had "quad-vision"--she sees double with both eyes--separately.
Right, so pictures. You've seen ME already...but here's the girls...and the goofs. ;)
Right, so pictures. You've seen ME already...but here's the girls...and the goofs. ;)
Savannah took one of her Medieval outfits and gave it a "no-sew" transformation. I think she did a pretty good job of it, don't you? :)
Then here's Katie. She's downright gorgeous in this picture, I think. :) This year she did her own hair up in all those amazing rolls and things, rather like she did mine last year. I'd better give you the frontal shot, so you can see it better.
This kid is absolutely amazing when it comes to hair. She has a real knack for it...Maybe that comes from having a head full of it and an element of patience and precision about her that I entirely lack.
A'right...time for just the "fun stuff" pictures (going through these, I see there are very, very few of Katherine...I thought they had probably spent a portion of the morning taking pictures, but they hadn't taken any yet):
A'right...time for just the "fun stuff" pictures (going through these, I see there are very, very few of Katherine...I thought they had probably spent a portion of the morning taking pictures, but they hadn't taken any yet):
Kind of blurry, but still a good "usie"...
Bodhran time!
The drink of the Americas...I had cream for some reason. I generally drink it black.
Katherine made some comment about making me look short. So much for the glare...
I suggested doing this--because we have some friends who goof off, making one look much shorter than the other. Our take didn't work so great...
I just like this one. Look, I'm still hauling around my favorite coffee cup...
The "Tall" picture. I still look short.
You think this one is funny? Wait til you see the next one...
I haven't the slightest idea what I was doing...
Racheal's attempt at an "art" photo.
In order to watch The Patriot we had to do a little re-arranging. For starter's replacing our guest bed back against the wall. It had been sitting leaned up in the walk-way ever since Aunt Terry left. And then...I had to un-hook the VCR (yes, we still own one) from one television and hook it into the other.
Moving the mattress...
Um...Really Katherine? I guess it *does* look funny when the A/C is running and a big skirt is over the register...
I enjoyed The Patriot as much as always and had to try not to cry in all the usual places. That is definitely one of my MOST favorite films ever. While I know a good deal of it is entirely fictitious, I like the way it combines different real life men and happenings in a fictitious fashion. Benjamin Martin being a sort of Francis Marion (I hope to name a son that some day); even to the fact that the movie is set in South Carolina. Then of course the use of the militia in the final big battle scene was actually a tactic that Dan Morgan used. I forget where I learned that, but I remembered it because I realized what the filmmakers had done in making The Patriot. So...I always have to remind people of that little historical tidbit. As well as "Tavington" being a mock-up for Bannistre Tarleton. Evil man. That actor is so good--he makes it extremely easy for you to hate him. "Aunt Charlotte" is the weak link in my opinion...
But anyway. I really ought to do a review of it over on my review site...
We ate dinner once we were done watching it. We watched the fireworks and some of us got a few more skeeter bites than others. We went in and were soon in bed....
Thus wound down our rather un-exciting, though not unpleasant 4th of July...
But anyway. I really ought to do a review of it over on my review site...
We ate dinner once we were done watching it. We watched the fireworks and some of us got a few more skeeter bites than others. We went in and were soon in bed....
Thus wound down our rather un-exciting, though not unpleasant 4th of July...
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