Moving on to the costuming portion of our medieval feast/knight party. Here we are, in all of our ridiculous glory:
A sweet friend sewed the chain mail hoods and wraps for the arms and legs. I made the helmets for the boys out of pizza boxes and duct tape. And managed to slice my finger in the process.
I tried to model the hat for you. My hair was too big.
Meanwhile, Mira, who didn’t have a costume, bless her, managed to get ahold of other folks’ accessories and look pretty medieval.
Also, she looked better in my hat than I did.
Ellen and Willa were princesses. They decorated their hats with stickers that included stars, circles, and guitars, which I’m sure they intended to be medieval lutes.
Andrew was my hero, as always. He didn’t complain one bit that his wife hates to sew and could only contrive to make him kingly with a cut-up duvet cover, some fake fur pinned to his “collar” with safety pins, and a posterboard crown. He wore his outfit bravely for most of the evening, no matter how much his buddies ribbed him. I adore this man.
He also carved up the chickens, which is not only heroic, but makes him extra hunky in my book.
p.s. Thanks to all the lovely young ladies who supplied these pictures. I would not dare take credit for such non-blurry, zoomed-in pictures.
p.p.s. Thanks to my sister who loaned me her fancy dress. I’m so glad somebody in the family got the sewing genes.