Pirates Are Pretty

DaGoddess @ 05:06

If I’m ever to be a pirate or a pirate’s lady, this, for certain, is how I wish to appear. I know not her name nor from where she hails, but I gazed upon her with admiration. This is how I want to look. Fearless, bold — in a word, audacious; even a little bawdy if I desire. I want to be a pirate’s dream and charm the serpents of the seas. Someday I shall.

A Pirate's Life For Me

Apologies to those of you suffering from “boreditism” over all the Renaissance Faire photographs, but I’m really enjoying the stroll down memory lane. This was, after all, one of the last bits of fun I had before surgery. I can’t wait until I can get out there again and start shooting events and meeting new people. I missed the Battle of San Pasqual last weekend, sadly. And there’s not much available online. At some point, I aim to be as much in the thick of things as possible. I’ve even had offers from new re-enactment friends to outfit me in proper garb, as well as them outfitting LD and my photo friend Patty. I am giddy with anticipation! Until such time, though, I must work through the photos I have and I will share those I like most. I hope you like them, too.


  1. I do not ever get the yawns over Renstuff.

    When scads of people were swilling beer and sausage in October, where was I? At RenFest, of course. I dearly miss it, too. I have steins going back to my 2nd visit in ’86. That was the year Arthur decided to woo me an flew in to go with B and I. Poor guy. How he ever deigned to marry me after that weekend I’ll never know!

    Oops… TMI!

    Yep, love the Renaissance kit.

    Comment by pam — 2008/12/11 @ 06:54

  2. What a lovely love story! And to think that there’s a ren story to go with it.

    Comment by DaGoddess — 2008/12/11 @ 07:03

  3. Lovely love story? A story of torture and betrayal! The man’s a freaking saint. I… am not. Oh, I get better as I age, but I was something else 20, 30 years ago.


    Comment by pam — 2008/12/11 @ 07:56

  4. […] took your favorite Collie* along to the Renaissance Faire! Had to be tough getting her pose with the Pretty Pirate, but I’m sure LD was some help […]

    Pingback by TWB: RenFest | pamibe — 2008/12/11 @ 07:56

  5. Ayrrr, shiver me timbers, matey… :pirate:

    Comment by Stu — 2008/12/11 @ 07:59

  6. And be yer timber a-shiverin’ there, Stu?

    Comment by DaGoddess — 2008/12/11 @ 08:01

  7. omg IOVE it!!! I’m sorry I’ve been a slacker…..

    Comment by vodkamom — 2008/12/11 @ 09:46

  8. and, I LOVE ren stuff. I want to participate in a fair myself…..

    Comment by vodkamom — 2008/12/11 @ 09:47

  9. With my luck, I’m going to end up looking like Keith Richards on a bad hair day.

    Comment by Last Place Finisher — 2008/12/11 @ 13:49

  10. Kaknockers, c’mon down! We’ll go together.

    LPF, somehow I doubt that unless you are in the habit of snorting dead relatives’ ashes.

    Comment by DaGoddess — 2008/12/11 @ 14:38

  11. May I assume you also celebrate Talk Like a Pirate Day. One of my FAVORITE holidays! =)

    I love old stuff and I bet I’d get totally addicted to renaissance fair things. So it’s best if I don’t start. lol


    Comment by castocreations — 2008/12/11 @ 16:33

  12. We certainly did this year! And we spent the weekend with a mountain man who’s also a pirate. It was a very confusing time, but we worked through his identity issues and have become friends. This photo happened to be taken on a day when he was in full pirate mode.

    Comment by DaGoddess — 2008/12/11 @ 19:59

  13. I’m still laughing over here about vod. vod knockers…..


    Comment by vodkamom — 2008/12/12 @ 21:27

  14. If my timber was a shiverin’ it would only be because she looks like she could kick my a**!!!

    Comment by Stu — 2008/12/15 @ 09:22

  15. :rofl: You’re bad, Stu. Bad. Just wait until I get my outfit and have a portrait done. THAT’LL scare ya.

    Comment by DaGoddess — 2008/12/15 @ 14:59

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