A decade or so ago

When I first met DH, he was involved in fur-trader re-enactments. These are very much family friendly events. The first three or four we attended were in May, and actually moderately pleasant.

These pictures are photos of photos since the scanner is not hooked up to the computer that will allow me to transfer photos to Blogger. Sorry for the quality, but at least you get the general idea. We have one little trapper in a coonskin cap that is almost as big as he is.




One doting daddy and his darling daughter.

George is part Indian. Baby Eli was part badger and part snuggle bunny.











Most people wound up wearing hand-me-downs or borrowed clothes. Not quite this oversized, though. The little guy is in his dad's breechcloth but had to change into jeans because the breechcloth was dragging the ground, and he kept stumbling on it.



That's DH in the hand-woven, hand sewn wool overshirt and the hand-plaited sash.
















That''s me with DH's rifle. You may notice that I needed a bit of help holding that sucker up - and I was in shape then! Those old rifles were heavy artillery!







DH did everything he could to make me comfortable, even building me my own box for my tea things. In May, it was pleasant to sit by the fire in the morning and enjoy a cup of tea

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And some cheesecake

In honor of ass-watch Wednesday, you will note that the breechcloth is a cheeky little garment.