What a jolly time we had roasting a pig on a spit, talking and laughing at night around the campfire, and meeting people from all over the world.
One of my favorite things was visiting the other groups at the festival. Especially the medieval gypsy caravan.
I fell in love with the delicious colors, dreamy fabrics, and gorgeous jewels, tassels and coins that adorned everything from tree trunks to hemlines.
I wanted to shoo the crowds away so I could escape into one of these scrumptious little tents festooned with swathes of silk and tapestry, and disappear from the modern world for a while.
Then there was the medieval gypsy clothing. Oh my. Such luscious swirls of fabric and tinkling of bells as the women twirled and danced. It is all so exuberant, joyous and beautiful that I couldn’t wipe the beaming smile off my face.
I loved it so much that I dragged Bear back for a second look and arrived just in time for a medieval gypsy wedding!
We weren’t quite dressed for the occasion, but this lady was. Isn’t she stunningly regal in her exotic jewels and glossy black braids?
The medieval wedding was announced by the lovely old man with the wonderfully interesting staff.
The drummers arrived next. First the men in their fir-trimmed hats, then the women in their lavish outfits.
The groom walked in wearing a jaunty red sash and then at last the gypsy bride in her sumptuous red, gold, and white dress.
I liked standing at the back so I could see the gorgeous veils embroidered in gold, the circlets trimmed in leaves and flowers, and the multi-layered skirts that swished and jangled as the women swayed.
I’ve never seen anything so wondrously fairytale-ish.
Have you ever seen a gypsy wedding?