Our big day at the fair started with a big mistake – we left home too late and we just happened to go on Senior Day! We waited in traffic 1 hour and 50 minutes to enter the fairgrounds! We were having State Fair Rage! Car after car zoomed around us and crowded into our line of traffic – infuriating us! Good thing we didn’t have a gun! (just kidding)
And it was HOT! Very hot! And we felt rushed because we had lost 2 hours waiting in traffic so we walked fast and looked fast. And then we were further disappointed because evidently the chickens had gone home as well as the goats and the draft horses. Darn!
We were so hot we didn’t even do the fair food justice – we only had a milkshake, a ribeye sandwich,fries, a lemonade and a beer. BUT —- we saw so many great things! I was too busy looking and forgot to take pictures. I loved this Indian corn and these gorgeous bunches of decorative grasses tied together.
Here is the butter cow.
We found Susan and her friend Shel at a watering hole while their men were at the tractor pull so we had a cold beer with them. I could have sat there for 6 hours in the shade with the breeze, watching people on the main concourse and drinking beer and chatting and laughing but we had to go home.
After my first post this morning entitled “Who the Heck is Jill Fisher?” two friends immediately located her. I know it’s her because the quilts I showed you are on her blog. At the fair I also noticed a Scrap Vortex but I could not see the name – you guessed it – Jill Fisher. And here is another picture I took and just this morning I noticed the name – ha! Jill Fisher once again.
I think she’ll become my idol. I am going to read her entire blog tonight – it’s called pielady quilts and I love every quilt on it – would love to visit her and see her quilts. The talent that she has with color cannot be taught – it comes from within.
Seeing her quilts was worth my whole trip to the fair. Becky and I will be much smarter when we go next year and we will go earlier before all the animals go home. I’m really sorry Rick can’t walk good enough to go with us and he refuses to ride a scooter so he’ll stay home with the animals again.
That’s enough about my day off – the lawn mower is calling me.