I was going to tell you all about my Saturday at the Renaissance Festival, my thoughts on hip-junk, and how we should all abandon our purses for random draw-string baggies dangled from a belt. But, a deeper study into the benefits of bag-free shoulders and the flirty possibilities of shakin' our hip-junk as we carry on about our daily tasks just might threaten a revolution of modern accesorization. So, I'll leave you to study out the possibilities in your own quiet moments.
Sparing you the details, my Renaissance experience boiled down to bright conversation with good company, some mighty people-watching, cheering for medieval Billy Idol on horseback, and witnessing Charlotte's poignant first encounter with her personal hero, Babe.
Mark ten points in the Good Mama column, cuz I'm gonna need 'em -- this week's going to be a busy, work-filled one.
(And, no, we did not dress up. That isn't a photo of me. I was hoping to take a whole series of hip-junk photos, but my camera ran out of batteries.)