I finally went to my first renaissance pleasure faire last weekend, the Irwindale faire to be specific. It was a bit hot,  but that in no way has anything to do with the faire itself. Now me, I like to rant. There is usually something that annoys me very easily. Just out of the real world, people who constantly press the signal button on pedestrian lights hoping it will change faster.

Yet I digress, back to the faire. First off, half assedness. Like the gyspy top, corset and jeans. What the hell is that about? All the skirts were dirty? Or the half dressed couple. There are probably many reasons for this. She tells him that if he wants to go out with his friends that he has to come along to the faire, because obviously his lack of costume indicates he's not into it. 

Then there's those that think that because something has skull and crossbones on it that it must be pirate attire. Like the cargo pants with the huge patterns on the pockets does not a pirate outfit make. Not to mention that no pirate would advertise their presence on land. Same with the OTC dress with little S&C's all over it. Cute yes, appropriate, no. These are probably the same assholes that go to oktoberfest displaying swastikas. I take great offense to that. Oh, and of course the guy in a kilt and a t-shirt. Why even bother?

Then there are these gems. Street clothes and on item that they try to make period specific. Like the non-period appropriate flintlock pistol tucked into the waistline of jeans. Seriously, don't even try. Just go to the faire as you are, you're not impressing anybody. Effort is always appreciated. Then the guy in shorts, T-shirt and a sword belt. Very Impressive, did he buy that there? Every faire needs a jester, I suppose.

This will make a nice addition to my existing accessories. Its brass finish will complement quite nicely.

28 inches of seafaring terror.