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.
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.
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):
Right, so pictures. You've seen ME already...but here's the girls...and the goofs. ;)
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):
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...