Over the years, a number of very kind people have taken pictures of me on the faire grounds, and have provided me with copies of those pictures. Hopefully, the same nice folks will not object to me posting those pictures here. (If you took one of these, and you do object, please let me know and I will take the picture down.) There are two purposes being served here. Firstly, I get to show off. I like that a lot (if you hadn't guessed). Secondly, some of the are candid, and all of them were taken after several hours of wearing the costume. Basically, you can make anything look pretty good if it's been arranged neatly on a dummy. Wearing a costume is the fastest way to make it all go to pot. ;) Most of these aren't bad, but there's a couple that have some striking things wrong with them.... Most of these dresses appear elsewhere in the gallery, if you're looking for more information on them.

I was apparently feeling terribly saucy when the second picture was taken. The first is more or less posed.

Herman portrayed my dearest theoretical husband last year, Antony Brown, Viscount Montague. (I portrayed the viscountess in court.) I made the doublet and slops. This is one of my few male costumes to day. I did some of the design work on the cloak, but herman did all of the work on it. The picture really doesn't do it justice. We picked the color pallet out together. He was a sweetheart to work with. He made the only piece of blackwork I own- an absolutely beautiful muckinger with a blackwork rose border. :)

This is the "kiss of god" picture. The Montagues were rabid catholics. I rather like the way the gold silk and the lighting conspired to make it look like the like the heavens had shone down on me specifically, in expectation of a heavenly messenger or something. You can practically hear the angel choir. (This is, to put it mildly, a bit ironic if you consider my nature.)

This is one of the few "finished" pictures I have of the costume contest dress. There is a rather incomplete diary of it's construction. The second picture is my sister and I. Laura is demonstrating how an ill placed bench behind the farthingale can make a girl look all floaty. O, ye who weareth thine hoops large, heed this warning!

This is me having my portrait done by the extremely talented Bob Stotts, courtesy of Lynn who has been nicer to me that I've ever merited. The doublet has made an odd sort of breast like bloomph, even though I am wearing a corset. I find that both odd and annoying, but I have seen similar effects in the market paintings of Aertsen and Beuckelaer.

My oldest cat, Sivitri, being adorable. She only consented to have the picture taken because I got a picture of gus in the ruff first. After that, she had to prove that she looked more dignified than he did. And some people say cats aren't just furry little children! Clearly, those people aren't owned by proper felines.