I couldn't fit into anyone's tautas terpas, or folk clothing, so I was going to just go with a long black skirt/cream blouse combo, but there was a last minute save when a friend of a friend of a friend brought me her mom's outfit, which was easy to layer on over what I had on. It is based on 12th century Livonian clothing, along the northern tip of the Kolka Cape. Given that I no longer look sweet and charming in the girls' costume, I was pretty pleased to look imposing and regal in this.
I'm pretty sure that's a wimple. Can only nuns have wimples?
The kids' choir sang, and we sang. There were speeches. Lots of speeches. There was a really long speech by a sitting member of Latvia's parliament, but I used giving back the folk costume as my excuse to slip out of the room for that part. Then there was a ton of great food, which helped my 12 year old to forgive me for forcing her to come.
And, just for the heck of it, I'm leaving you with some photos of the Latvian mitten display. Latvian mittens are a thing.
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