As Odd As This Sounds…

……I got a dagger for my birthday!

Just a month or so ago I would never have thought I wanted or needed a dagger.  I mean, who really does?

How life changes in a month.

It is a necessity for someone who lived in the 1500’s and early 1600’s.  Which I do not.  I am, however, assembling a historical outfit for long time use from that period.

For many reasons I want to assemble this Irish Legend’s persona by creating an outfit.  But the most important one, is my grandchildren.  One of whom I call Grace O’Malley.  So much so that when she started to talk and we asked her her name she would say “Grace O’Malley”  or even better and filled my heart with joy she would say “Grannia” in a whisper like I would whisper it in her ear.

Sadly modern day fears of her parents made me stop.  They were fearful it would confuse her when she started to school.  Personally I think it would be wonderful if she started school with the brave heart and adventurous spirit that Grannia lived with.  Apparently people in 2012 think differently.

It’s easy enough to teach them about our heritage here in  America.  I live here and we can experience it in many ways.   I have learned and can pass down our heritage here with the historical information my aunts and uncles on both sides have accumulated and given to us by keeping the family history sacred.  Something I wish to continue.  And fortunately so do many of my cousins.  One of my vacation hopes is to take the information from my ancestors path in to America, get in a car and travel that path backwards, from here to the shore they arrived on.  Going through the small towns they spent their lives in, seeing what they saw through that town’s heritage.  That will be an awesome, and long, road trip.

But our heritage is much more than that.  It goes beyond those shores of America and back to traipsing over the shores and stones of Ireland.  A few other places.  But I feel Ireland and am fascinated by the age of it.  And quite honestly the physical presence of Ireland.  The actual stone of Ireland.  The rock.  And when we have come across actual (but few) wooded areas of Ireland there is something very strong there, about Ireland.  Strong and sacred.

So anyway, I want to create this costume of Grannia.  Grainne Ni Mhaile.

Oh, and some friends of mine gave me tickets to go back to the Renaissance Festival.  So, of course, I must return in full regalia.   Yearly.  Numerous times, yearly.  I can see me turning in to that 70 plus year old couple I saw my first trip who were decked from head to toe in leather wear.  I don’t know how accurate it was.  But I felt like they had been plucked out of another century.

And besides, they were having fun.

But the best part of this outfit, will be wearing it to my grandson’s first birthday party.

So my friends got me a dagger.

Sure, who needs a dagger at a child’s birthday party?

Honestly, I do not.  We will be dulling the blade.  And though I will have the dagger’s sheath for the party it will hold a fake dagger I have from martial arts practice.

But, I got a dagger for my birthday.  And it made me very happy.

Bone handled Dagger for Grace O’Malley.


Now, I need a sword.   A real sword.   She was a Pirate Queen you know.


Pardon the stains on the shirt.  No, it is not blood.  It is one of my painting shirts and that’s what I did all day yesterday.