Random Renaissance Era Quotes (Well, mostly)
The very widest selection of Renaissance costumes can be found on Ebay. I have NEVER found a costume website that did not also have the same products on Ebay. And you get a little extra protection with Ebay since you have the ability to leave negative feedback if anything goes wrong (something you cannot do if you buy directly from the website).
If you can buy the same item for the same price on Ebay then I believe that’s the best thing to do. It costs you no more and you get a little extra protection. Win, win.
And I’m NOT talking about buying the item through an auction. Nearly all of costume/clothing sellers have a ‘Buy it now” price so you don’t have to get involved in an auction unless you really want to.
If you are not currently an Ebay user, then go here It’s a secure link (notice that it says https://, the ‘s’ means you are at a secure website). It takes less than 60 seconds to become a registerd user and its free.
I have bought lots of things off of ebay. I have never had a problem with shipments or incorrect product descriptions. I always use Paypal for payment and I have my Payapl account tied to a credit card and not my checking account. I use the credit card so I can dispute any charges for product I never received. Good in theory but, as I said, I have never had a problem.
I only buy from sellers who have a feedback rating of close to 100% positive (and I mean VERY close to 100%). If the seller has had complaints in the past (negative feedback) then why take a chance? There are plenty of sellers out there with outstanding reputations. If you do not like buying on ebay then I highly recommend you check this site, you will not be disappointed.
This page has a number of links that will take you to just about any thing you want related to Renaissance costumes.
There will be some duplication due to sellers using a lot of the same and most popular keywords in their listings. Hey, they know that more people looking means more people buying.
At the very least you should check out FaireFinery.com. She also has an Etsy store with 900+ FIVE STAR ratings. Very impressive stuff there. She makes truly outstanding clothing. These garments are extremely well made and are of the highest quality. They are NOT the cheap costume quality you will find by some sellers. She uses only high quality fabric, the descriptions are very accurate and my favorite is that she takes a lot of high quality photos so you can get a really good idea as to how the garment looks.
Now, getting back to ebay, if you’re not registered with eBay, it’s a simple process and takes less than a minute.
Renaissance Dress Note that this is a very broad category and you will get a LOT of items listed. Most of the time there are over 500 listings for this category.
Not ebay but my favorite clothing website. Without a doubt, the very best.
Renaissance Shirt This is a very popular search term.
Renaissance Gown. This is one of the most popular search terms when people are looking for Renaissance clothing.
This is the second most searched for term when looking for renaissance wear.
Pirate Costume I guess we can give Johnny Depp credit for the increased popularity of this one.
A touch of “Swan Song” and a dash of “The Stand”…Very good post-apocalyptic tale in the mode and mood of R. McCammon’s “Swan Song” and S. King’s “The Stand”. ★★★★★
Excerpt from Troop of Shadows:
Dani cursed the weight of her backpack. The final two items from the ransacked Walgreens, crammed in as an afterthought ten minutes ago, might cost her everything. After surviving the last twelve months of hell only to be thwarted now by a can of Similac and a twelve-pack of Zest soap, would be sadly anticlimactic. Despite running at a full sprint down a dark suburban street, dodging overflowing garbage cans while eluding three men who would steal her hard-won tubes of Neosporin and likely rape and kill her in the process, she snorted at the thought of a fictional headline: Young Woman’s Life Ends Tragically but Zestfully Clean.
Damn it, she would ditch the backpack. She could come back tomorrow night for it, but right now staying alive outweighed any future benefit its contents might provide. As her pursuers rounded the corner behind her, she darted across the front lawn of a house and leaped over a cluster of dead juniper shrubs. A year ago, those shrubs had been green, manicured, and providing curb appeal to the upscale neighborhood; they functioned now as a hurdle component in the obstacle course Dani navigated on most nights.
She angled toward the side of the house and around the corner, only to come to an abrupt stop next to a six-foot barricade. Residents of these sprawling bedroom communities situated between Dallas and Fort Worth clung to their privacy fences as fiercely as their rural counterparts did to their firearms. Why all those day-trading dads and cheerleader moms required such secrecy was beyond Dani. She didn’t care. All that mattered was how difficult they made her nightly forages. Only idiots or people with a death wish traveled alone on the streets anymore. The clever ones navigated through backyards and drainage ditches, shadowed easements and alleyway, avoiding open spaces and other humans.
Especially humans traveling in groups.
Stealth and caution were second nature to her now, and she was pissed at herself for loading up the backpack with more weight than she could easily carry at a full run.
She flung the pack into the undergrowth of a once meticulous garden, making a mental note of the enormous red tip photinia which camouflaged the bundle in a leafy shroud. She hoped to be alive the next day to retrieve it.
She clambered up the fence, finding a toehold on a warped plank, and squirmed over the top. A silver fingernail of a moon did little to illuminate the backyard. Weak starlight reflected off the inky surface of a half-empty, kidney-shaped swimming pool. Her Nikes gripped the concrete deck as she skirted the murky water and made a beeline for the back of the yard that was, of course, separated from its neighbor by a privacy fence. It was a tall one too — a full ten feet. There were no bushes or trees to use for leverage either. She scanned the area for anything that might serve as a step ladder.
Of all the yards she could have chosen for her escape, she’d picked one with a damn ten-foot fence.
Her heart raced from the sprint, but not from panic. Gone was the young woman from a year ago, the full-time floundering college dropout and part-time surly Starbucks barista who spent too much time reading books and not enough time looking for a job that would allow her to move out of her parents’ house. She was too smart for her own good, everyone had told her. She should have taken that secretarial position in North Dallas, but she would have lost her sanity in that environment. The tedious filing, the ringing phones, the office politics — in other words, hell on earth for a girl with an IQ over a hundred and fifty.
Despite the recent horrors, she’d come into her own at last, after twenty-one years of meandering through life unfocused and unchallenged. The extra twenty pounds she’d been carrying courtesy of Freddy’s cheeseburgers and Taco Bell burritos were gone, thanks to her newfound self-discipline and endless hours of Krav Maga training with Sam. Not only had she transformed her body, she’d elevated and strengthened her mind as well. Before the power had gone out, she’d watched countless tutorials on T’ai Chi, Qigong, and Buddhist meditation. During that same window — when people were beginning to get sick, but before most of them had died — she’d combed book stores and libraries within a fifteen-mile radius. When the country went dark and people realized that life-saving information was no longer available with a few keystrokes, Dani had amassed reference material on subjects as diverse as hydroponics and combat first aid, ancient meat drying techniques and bomb making. Between martial arts lessons with Sam, she spent every spare minute absorbing the printed esoteric knowledge like a greedy lizard on a sun-drenched rock.
Knowledge was survival.
When the first of the men slithered over the fence into the backyard, she hadn’t found anything to use as a foothold. Another figure followed behind him. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and released it from her lungs, slow and measured, then took off at a full run toward them. While she ran, fingers slid down to a leather sheath secured to her belt. Two seconds before she reached the first of her would-be assailants, a Ka-Bar — the grandaddy of tactical knives — was in her hand.
Dani used momentum and every ounce of her one-hundred-twenty pound frame to slam the first man into the second, knocking both assailants off-balance and unprepared for her next move: a vicious stab to the groin of the first. He collapsed to his knees. She followed with a backhand movement, opening up the throat of his companion. A similar gesture to the man with the injured groin silenced his moaning.