Yesterday morning I was riding my bike and I spotted our local Renaissance lady out walking her pony. Later I mentioned it to my daughter, who has never seen this gal, and she in her inimitable 15 year-old know-it-all style, suggested that perhaps I was mistaking a fly sheet for ren-regalia. Uh, nope. The pony is draped in a crimson coat with points, tassles and bells. The lady herself wears a long saffron linen gown. Over the top, she wears a hooded cloak that matches her pony's coat. I encounter her probably twice a month, leading her pony around the streets of St. Peters. Q. What do you say to somebody who dresses in Renaissance garb to walk her horse around the neighborhood?
A. You go, girl!
Kathleen