Alas Alack! Alack Alas!
I forgot to take pictures on my day out! Well . . . I took two photos during the course of the day, and those will tie (hehehe) into my story.
Yesterday here at the Georgia Renaissance Festival it was the famed Pirate's Weekend!
I left the house around 9:45-10, reaching the faire grounds by 10:32 (a few minor mishaps along the route).
I was in light garb for the day, a borrowed peasant shirt with bodice and tie, my own blue gypsy skirt, and a pair of sandals given from a friend.
Scarcely a few feet into the faire and the unthinkable occurred.
I stumbled to the information desk. They had no help. Not eve the tape of Duct. They directed me towards the official Faire Gift Shop.
Alas, no tape of Duct there, either. They did have some packaging tape, which seemed as though it would last!
Not more than twenty feet away and....
(I know it's the same picture, but this was the actual moment I took it to send the friend I'd procured the foot wear from.)
My faithful companion went on the hunt for a (relatively) cheap shoe store, as I would now be forced to purchase foot wear. While trying to keep my spirits up I attempted to make the tape - er - tape. It was all to no avail.
My faithful companion returned with new of a cobbler! It would be a distance away, walking on my toe. I did not think I could make such a journey.
Then, out of nowhere, a Soothsayer approached! She asked if we'd like our fortunes read. I was at first skeptical, knowing that soothsayers were not easily trusted. And what did I know of Marigold Mayberry's Traveling Tarot? I told her we already had a misfortune today, showing the deceased footwear. With a slight frown she directed us towards a clothing shop close at hand who might have the tools to fix the flatwear. If not that, then a shop merely around the corner.
Hobbling my way over behind my companion we found no such help from the store. It seemed as though the day of fun was over. Until they reminded us of the little shop around the corner. Feeling as though all the luck in the world had vanished, we set our feet in that direction.
The shop was small, tiny compared to the others surrounding it. Hobbling in, the kind saleswoman took one look at the disaster that had once been a beautiful shoe and sat me down on a bench. Asking for the size which I wore, and after gaining the answer, she shod my foot in a shoe make of rope. I had balked at the idea of wearing rope on ones feet! It seemed a preposterous idea!
And yet....
As I stood up in the new pair of shoes, I felt as though I were walking on a cloud. My toes, which previously had been clinging to the straps of a sandals, were now free to flex and wiggle together. I was amazed at the transformation.
The kind saleswoman rang up my new shoes, for which I gladly gratefully, and graciously paid.
With the old, traitorous sandals clad in a bag, I walked out, able to stand once more on my own two feet.
The Adventure Will Continue . . .
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