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!