A second day at the faire wherein a funny thing is discovered...

When I don't have to worry all day about getting to this song set, or that dance set, I have time to relax and wander aimlessly around the faire, visiting as I go. And when I have that luxury, a funny thing happens. I collect a small band of handsome, well-dressed gentlemen who flatter me ruthlessly and bring me chocolates and lemonade. *sigh* Why can't life be like this all the time? Why can't all my clothes be like my Venetian gown? Why can't all spiffy men in spiffy clothes treat me like I'm IN my Venetian dress even when I'm not?

Mysteries to be pondered but never to be answered... This is what playing dress-up is all about!

It also gets me quite fired up to finish the PDSvN dress before I go back out there in 3 weeks. Can it be done? Another mystery to ponder...