Renaissance

I did something new this weekend that boosted my confidence by ten fold.  I got dressed up and went to a Renaissance Festival in Muskogee, Oklahoma.  There were more beautiful men there than I knew existed in Oklahoma and they were sporting kilts, leggings, and/or pirate garb.  Not only did they look scrumptious, they also told me how beautiful I looked.  My size didn’t matter.  My smile and my laugh did.  Being called “M’ lady” all day was pretty amazing, too.  

For almost seven hours I walked around with my kids enjoying the sights, sounds, and smells of the Renaissance Era.  The only time we sat down was to take a carriage ride and watch the jousting. Otherwise, we were moving.  By the end of the day my feet hurt and my legs were sore, but I had a permanent smile plastered on my face.

Who knew all I needed to feel good about myself again was some positive male attention from men who are complete strangers?!  It makes me want to get back on the diet/exercise horse and ride to a healthier size.  I forgot how nice it is to be told I’m beautiful by someone not related to me.  It’s been a long time.

Here I am with my son.  He, my daughter, and one of her friends dressed up, too.  We had sooooo much fun!!