So here’s photos of the fine lassies of the OVPR camp. It has been pointed out to me that my camp shots made it seem that this was a guytime event with a few stray women around. Well it’s not, so I deliberately went out and photographic the ladies in camp.
Lassies’ camps are just as varied as laddies’ camps. Some are very spare, some quite opulant, most are somewhere in between.
And looking mighty fine too at the Masquerade Tea. This is definetely a Wise Woman and not a witch!
If a watched pot never boils does a watched dutchoven never burn on the bottom? It’s late afternoon here & getting somewhat damp & chill – not ugly cold, just enough for a jacket.
The dinner has been cooked & eaten and the dishes have been washed. Now it’s time to kick back and relax.
Plain or fancy, a lass’s lodge is her castle. Her hearth is warm and there is always room for a friend to visit.
Hear Ye, Hear Ye: Let it be known, the ladies love the shooting just as much as the gents.
Unfortunately I missed the award ceremony so I don’t know how well these lasses did on the range. I’m pretty sure they had fun though!
The Traders don’t get as much time to socilize as the rest of us. Here the Seams Colonial seamstress and the Green Man Inn cook chat before opening up for the day.
A prosperous Powhatan lady out enjoying the fine weather & shopping at the Trade Tents.
The OVPR Rendezvous asks for pre-1840 attire of the North American continent. Many OVPR ladies choose 1700’s colonial attire of the Virginias, but attire from the 1800’s or other geographic areas is perfectly acceptable
Perchance Mischief is About to be Managed – in fact I’m sure of it. Hide the bucket, hide the alcohol, the game is afoot! Squirrel!
Buffalo Woman & I spent a fair amount of time ripping out machine stitched button hole stitches and buttons, then stitching handsewn button holes and sewing on buttons. Mistakes happen in sewing, we were helping a friend fix them
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