I was talking with a friend today about historical costuming, and how what’s important to me in events and making isn’t how fancy an event is, or what era things are, it’s who I’m doing it with.
Because when you’re with the right people, even the simplest thing is a joy, and even the dumbest thing is hilarious.
Case in point: when you’re out for a walk in Medieval costumes, and you only get halfway down the (admittedly very long driveway) and someone’s shoe decides to bite the dust.
And then, like an absolute chucklehead, instead of getting her to stand there awkwardly on one foot while someone runs back to the house for backup shoes, you suggest that you should form a litter and carry her back to a handy log to sit on.
(The log was a couple of hundred meters back. This was not a good idea).
It was, however, a hilarious idea.
We did NOT make it all the way back to the log.
And then, when we gave up, and new shoes were fetched, Lindset and Fil and Kezia decided to pose like a Medieval manuscript and hold a little ceremony for the deceased shoe.
They looked very sombre and elegant, right up until I commented, “Ah, are we mourning the lost soles then?”, and everyone lost it.