The musings I could have on this event are far too numerous to even contemplate at the moment. I’m still digesting how excellent a time we had. But, here’s at least a few photos to share.
Our establishment. We found out that our boarders, officers and some friends, were running a Faroh ring out of the other side of the house! Faroh is quite addictive, especially when you win, like I did!
Testing out the rope bed. Despite Chris’s expression, it was very comfortable. If you need to recycle those Styrofoam packing peanuts, a clever idea is to use them for the mattress stuffing. It’s light, and rats aren’t into Styrofoam like they are into hay or horsehair.
The spacious boudoir. The window allowed the moonlight to shine right into the room all night. There was a lunar eclipse (partial) and it was hard to sleep with all that light. But at least, we didn’t have a bat visit like Mom did in the woodshed!
I told you she was feisty…
and the open hearth!
Mr. Thomson retreats.
The ladies continued on unfazed.
We went to the dance: If you need an early paisley shawl, go to Regency Revisited. I’ve been looking for one for three years and they had MANY to choose from, all carefully selected to best represent what was historically available. I go the lovely green wool one for $80! They also have just marvelous fabric for any century and fancy sewing tools, silk ribbon and lace stockings in silk I wish I could have bought!
Mom happened to be sleeping in the room the museum keeps all the games in. On a trip to the privy, she knocked over all the stilts against the wall with a clatter in the middle of the night. We decided to pay them back..
I wish I had gotten pictures of the glorious food at Hosmer, the leaches swimming like eels in the doctor’s fishbowl, the tailor’s impeccable neckwear, or the cluster of well-dressed ladies at the fashion show, but I was having FAR too much fun to worry about the right shot!