Shiloh - Part Three

If you'll bear with me just one more night let's go back to the reenactment at Shiloh.

For part one click here.

For part two click here.

To buy me a pony click h...just kidding. 

And now:

On to part three.

The reenactment was fun to watch...

 ...but the girly side of me just wanted to look at the dresses for sale in the Sutler's Tents.

Well, the dresses and the hats.

And even the corsets.

Did you know corsets are sold from size extra small to size 6XL?

Yep, 6XL.

No judgement here...just stating a fact.

The dresses were pretty swoon worthy if you are in to that type of thing.

I sighed. 

Several times. 

Well, actually I was so inspired by them I spent the time mentally starting romance novels in my head.

Sarah Pritchett felt wilted as she stepped on to the wooden sidewalk. She raised her hand to her forehead and wiped a bead of sweat from her brow. If she stayed in this heat much longer her yellow and blue muslin would be positively unwearable before the barn dance tonight. The lace trim was already dusty from her short walk from the wagon. Kansas was turning out to be much more...

Great Scott, woman! Get a hold of yourself!!!

Stop writing romance novels!

Now...

What were we talking about?

Oh, yes...The ladies and their dresses.

I just loved seeing all the ladies walking around in their dresses.

Um...this picture though. 

It brings up a good point. 

Last night one of the commenters said that he was glad that the actors didn't feel the need to stay in character all the time.

That was quite obvious if you look closely at the above picture again. 

See the problem?

Let's take another look:

It was an actor. 

It was an actor riding a Rascal. 

Again, no judgement. 

I'm just not sure Rascals were around during the Civil War. 

Dresses like this sure were though:

Harper Prentiss marched in to the bank wearing her best black and white pinstriped frock. The manager was surely going to hear a piece of her mind. Her temper was in a fine fury already. It all started this morning when she had banged her thumb with the hammer while attempting to fix the front step. Her hand still smarted from it. Banging her thumb had just been the beginning of this wretched day. She couldn't believe the bank was going to foreclose so quickly. If only...

People...I'm sorry. 

I just can't be held responsible for what happens when I'm in the presence of hoop skirts.