Homage to my 3rd longest running love affair.

For those of you who know what is happening every weekend through October and November, 

Cheers Rennies!!

To the rest of you, 

That's between you and God now.

Never the less,
it's Renaissance Festival season.

Since there are no words to fully express the broad expanse that is my Love for Ren Fest,

I've decided to put together a little photo montage, if you will, of my relationship with Renaissance.

To begin, 

The first time I went to the renaissance festival I was still a tiny warrior,

Unfortunately someone, who's name will not be mention here though their initials are 

Beth Wagener

did not take any pictures of me as a tiny little renny at Ren Fest.

She failed me.

But that's unimportant. 

What does matter is that later, when I was in 8th grade, 

I started documenting the best weekends of the Baylea Wagener Fiscal Year-
(that differs quite a bit from any regular year by the way)

2003

Look at that kid! I was just a fresh young Renny, on the eve of my prime renning years.

2004

Some Noble lady wanted in on this, because Brenna was a tiny noble

2006- There is extremely limited evidence for these early years,
because this is when people still functioned on printed photos.
Remember those Dark ages??

Young Baylea, being immodest.

2007: The year I organized the Art Club field trip to Ren Fest.

P.S. I take this pic every year.

I suppose I should warn you now,
decorated cleavage IS a major renaissance theme.
Annually.

This was also the year my Facebook was created,
and thus a slew of cropped self portraits to follow.

Renaissance feet.

2008- My weekend home from Arkanhell.

He sang to me.
Perched on his knee.
Against my will.
it was very much serenade rape.

I love this man.
It was only appropriate that our first picture together would have his leg slung over my shoulder.

Henna tattoos all around!!

2009- There was really no significant theme for this year.

Me, raising Brenna the right way.

2010 "Put on your alcohol jacket, it's cold outside"

I sprouted wings this year

I had my first bout of stressed induced eye-er-itous this year,
so looking out of my left eye was extremely painful.
Hence the squinting in EVERY picture.

I was thoroughly convinced that this elephant was pregnant.

Basically sums up the trip.
Yard tall Margs had been moved out of view from the camera.

 

2011- Tres's Maiden Voyage
The first time ever I haven't worn a costume so someone else wouldn't feel left out.
....My kindness knows no limits

Stunningly handsome Wageners and hair untethered.
The only place on earth where that can happen legally.

Further grooming of Brenna to become the ultimate human being.

See, we do love each other...

Honestly, I really nailed it this year.

...Go figure.

HISTORICAL MOMENT! It seriously does NOT get any better than this.

(For those of you who aren't aware- Monthy Python and the Holy Grail reference.
 Yeah, very big deal.)

Tres had to get in on that action as well.

The steampunk hats denote the beginning of a movement larger than myself
and I would like to shed light on.
Steam punk is coming up from the underground. You just wait.

Well I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did.

Anyway, I will be going on the 10th and the last weekend this year.
If any of you on my 10 person readership makes it, splendid!
If not, I'll just have to continue not knowing you.