I’ve always felt that I was born in the wrong era.  And after going to our local Medieval Days festival this past weekend, I was reminded of that once again.  Oh!  the music, the smells of fires roasting dinner, the colourful banners flapping in the breeze, the detailed handwork, and the incredible clothing!  I could spend the afternoon alone watching the participants dressed up in their period costumes.  I love that we can be transported into another time and place, even if it is just for a day.

There was something for everyone and we all came away filled up…The boys are re-enacting the battles we cheered on and Sunshine wants to get dyeing yarn…for her doll’s Medieval clothing she is designing.  My husband spent a long time talking with a bow-maker…while he is very crafty and has made his own, a few pointers were welcomed.  And I came home with a Viking knitting needle made of bone after a lesson with a lovely dame.  I didn’t even know there was such a thing as Viking knitting.  Maybe next year I’ll take my spindle and join the women in the handwork tent…though, I may have to get started stitching a medieval frock right now!