Here comes the rest of the pictures from “The Day of the Big Crinolines” (part 1).

As the day progressed we walked round the old town of Gamla Linköping, visiting small shops and gardens, taking lots of photos and buying some new stuff.

Maud, in the sun with her new umbrella/parasol.

Maria, with her Southern American flair.

Fan fighting!

Ladies walking of to the distance…

Sara of “A costuming Engineer” in her stunning new 1860s gown.

 Clara reading “the bible” in the shadows.

I love the color and shape of Claras bonnet, and she matched it perfectly with the lilac in her dress.

One giant skirt on the bench…
…four giant skirts on the bench.

Oh naughty! 

Love this flimsy, of focus photo – that’s what the whole day felt like.

Pernilla and Denise in their lovely new cotton dresses.

Pernilla (in red) was my co-arranger to his event, and an angel at making everything work out perfectly.

Such a great color on Denise.

I love the sheer fabric on Pernillas bonnet.

On the town square we ran into the patrolling policeman, and convinced him to join in some photos.

“Hm, you are very strange madam…”

When the shops closed (and the tourist headed home), we all went to the old times skittle-alley for some resting and playing in the shadows.

Barbaras jacket are made out of a tablecloth, can you believe it.
The whole outfit looks so smashing.

Helena’s playing ball…

Strike! Eh, No…

Just general fooling around.

Some of the guest devoted them self to reading “the bible” – Not really
(they’r watching the live streaming from the royal wedding).

Group-pic – with some added and some lost through out the day.

Newlyweds – Congratulations again!

We ended the day with a nice dinner at an beautiful old restaurant next to were we sat.
The food and the company was great, but we were all a bit exhausted by the long and hot day.
Then it was time to say goodbye.

Hopefully we’ll be able to do this again next year.

Just awesome!

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I probably should have stopped at the crazy group picture, but since this is my blog/account of the day, I will also show you the les glorious pics from after we said our goodbyes.

At the buss ride home, hot, tired and sweaty, I encounter my other sister – all fresh and styled for a night on the town.
I just had to do a un-glamours bus-selfie.  After a long day of costuming in the sun…

Once home I finally got to take the boots of, and take a look at my sad feet and socks – the blisters will stay for quite some time I’d wold think, but mu bellowed stockings are lost to all hope of saving.
Goodbye my friends, We had some good times together.
You could make any historical costume look better and would always stay in place (above the knee) even without garters.
I will miss you, and have a really hard time replacing you.