The Ren Faire and me: the booth
(This post is part of a series of ruminations on why I’m leaving the New York Ren Faire after 13 years.)
When I got a booth of my own, it marked a watershed in my experience at the Ren Faire.
The Ren Faire and me: the Craft
(This post is part of a series of ruminations on why I’m leaving the New York Ren Faire after 13 years.)
With the ever-increasing number of pagans at the New York Ren Faire, in five years we could do it skyclad. "Authentic medieval renaissance nudity!"
The Ren Faire and me: Divination, part 2
(This post is part of a series of ruminations on why I’m leaving the New York Ren Faire after 13 years.)
It was the palm readings that lead to my gradual disenchantment with reading at the Faire.
The Ren Faire and me: Divination, part 1
(This post is part of a series of ruminations on why I’m leaving the New York Ren Faire after 13 years.)
Question: What do the other readers on Mystics Way call you when you’ve been reading at the Ren Faire for 14 seasons?
The Ren Faire and me: the social connection, part 2
(This post is part of a series that goes over why, after 13 years, I’m leaving the New York Ren Faire.)
Walk through the gates of the New York Renaissance Faire. Continue straight along Spendepenny Lane. You come to the Hawker’s Crossing Tavern. Bear left at the fork, and you’re on Mystics Way. There you find the largest gathering of psychic readers to be found at any Ren Faire.
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The Ren Faire and me: the social connection, part 1
(This post is part of a series that goes over why, after 13 years, I’m leaving the New York Ren Faire.)
Once upon a time (1984 or ’85), a performer playing a Gypsy at the Bristol Ren Faire in Wisconsin plucked a young man out of the crowd and danced with him as part of the end-of-day celebration. It was just part of the show, and she probably thought little more about it.
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My Samhain thought for 2009
On the eaves of my booth at the New York Renaissance Faire, I had the following words painted:
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Garb give-away
I just got finished writing an overly self-indulgent post, but that wasn’t the reason I visited LiveJournal today. My original intent was to write about giving away garb.
The Tale of the Tent
As I mention in my profile, I read Tarot cards at the NY Renaissance Faire in Tuxedo, NY. The Faire also hosts a Halloween haunted-house event at the same site, the Forest of Fear. I read Tarot there as well.
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