Besides 18th Century, I also do some Lewis & Clark era festivals, early 1800's embroidery, style of clothing & demonstrations.  each June I get to a medieval event just for fun where I demonstrate stumpwork.

 

Look up the term "apple dumpling shop" in an 18th century dictonary to better understand this silhouette.

Throughout the spring, summer & fall I attend a variety of historic festivals & events to demonstrate & sell my work.  Most of these are historic 18th Century events with one or two medieval events thrown in for fun.

 

I have an 18th century style marquee tent that becomes home for me and those who participate with me.  We cook & sleep on site and enjoy the slower pace of life without the modern electonic world. 

 

I also have a collection of antique sewing tools which I can bring for display.  I  do programs and/or demonstations and can also do some hands on work with small groups.  I demonstrate all the steps of working the flax straw through the various steps to get it ready to spin and have an wonderful set of antique flax tools which I use to do this. 

 

 I normally do not do "craft" fairs unless there is a historic component.

Feast of the Hunter's Moon or The Feast to those of us who go.  I have watched this event grow over the years, it has certainly gone through many changed, when I first attended there was still a flea market -- however it continues to be a wonderful place to experience the tastes, smells and feeling of the 18th century.

 

 

 

The "Feast that must not be named" took place in October of 2001 when days of heavy rain threatented to swamp the entire event.  Saturday night the organizers actually told people they could leave -- almost unheard of at an event and many did.  Folks from our camp walked out to our vehicles--which were sunk in mud to mid-tire to take valuable instruments for safekeeping then returned to our marquee tents.

We spent the night surrounded by a sea of mud, and ate peanut butter, cheese and crackers and played games by candlelight.  We hoped Sunday would bring sun but instead it brought -- even more rain.  The throng of mud stained reenactors wheeling carts and packing out gear in the dark night is a remembrance that will stay with me forever.  Without my son Tom & friend Brent I never would have gotten my stuff/tent/the rope bed & more  off the grounds after the festival -- it all had to be walked across the road to our vehicles.