Our fair is pretty small but the rickety rides, the crazy food, the booths with cheap souvenirs well, it's simply charming.
Before moving to Smithfield, I never paid much attention to county fairs. But, since moving here three years ago, I've gone every year and entered something for judging in two of them.
This year, I entered three quilts.
This is the quilt that didn't quite make it into to fair. I tried a new free motion pattern that I ended up hating. Of course, I kept thinking I would like it once I had finished, but no. I hate, hate, hated it.
So, I spent two weeks picking out the stitching while cursing under my breath. In the end, I couldn't get it done in time. I gave it to Minda instead.
So of course, Minda and I had to take a turn.
Now, before anyone goes all "animal-rights" on me. This guy was clean, well cared for, obviously well loved, and certainly safer than he would be out in the wild were he would most likely be hunted and killed.
Currently, Matt and I are on a much needed road trip and are now making our way back home. Stay tuned for all the fun details.