It's one of my favorite days of the year, the day we go to the fair.
We always take the back roads to get there, and stay all day.
I'd like to be one of 4-H kids, sitting in a camp chair
eating kettle corn
and playing cards in the barn.
I'd like to rest my feet on a bale of sweet-smelling hay.
That or I'd like to be climbed on by a herd of teensy baby goats. (I am obsessed with baby goats, by the way. There were about six or seven of them in here with the girls and it was total giggly, goaty pandemonium [i.e.: awesome].)
I felt bad for laughing at this guy,
but honestly, have you ever seen a more Seuss-ian looking fellow?
I love the blacksmiths in the Pioneer Village.
They just seem like partiers, y'know?
And the spinners, oh man. Spinning (I've never tried it) must be awesome, because everyone I've ever seen do it is obsessed. The gray-garter shawl is her first hand-spun, hand-knit project, and she loves it, as one would. Must try it sometime. Maybe at the sheep show (that's what we call it).
Gingham gingham and gingham. Yay!
You just cannot tell me that pioneer candlemaking fashion is not awesome!!!
I really like pioneer crafts. I bought a handmade broom from the broom guy to sweep my new floor.
Hello pigeons and doves.
Hello eggs from all of the birds.
Hello skeptical bun-bun.
Hello cool tap-dancing guys.
Hello strawberry shortcake.
Hello quilts hanging from the high rafters.
Hello, blue-ribbon-winning cakes.
Hello brave people who go on rides (not me).
Hello blue, blue sky of a perfectly wonderful summer day.