What do you do after you spend much of the day working on a project you neglected to take pictures of, followed by dancing your kiester off for a couple of hours on a concrete floor then draggin’ butt home way later than you have in a loooong time, waking up too early the next morning with plans to do some housework only to end up helping your husband put together a honkin’ big metal shed in the sun, then walking around the fair for a few hours? Well? You drag your butt out of bed on Monday morning and buy a latte on the way to work, of course. And you reflect on a satisfying weekend.
The project I worked on was a photo album for my friend Linda’s birthday, in the style of a Tibetan pecha. Because I typically misjudge my time I’m always working on these projects at the last minute so this one was done an hour before I had to leave for the party and I didn’t squeeze in time for pictures. Linda, I need to borrow your book so I can take pictures!
The dancing was fabulously fun – great music, kids and friends who love to boogy, excellent sugar-free cake (Linda, you’re right: you would never know) with a couple scoops of equally excellent gelato, and just plain being with my friends for an evening. All at The Place to Be Cafe in Canby – seriously people, if you live near Canby check it out.
The shed is being built to house stuff we don’t want in the garage. I haven’t had a garage of my own before this house and who knew I would want one that’s spacious and relatively clean? Thank heavens Matt likes to keep it tidy!
And the State Fair was the state fair, in all its people-watching, oversized stuff toys, deep fried candy bar glory. Back in the day I loved the Artisan Village, the decorated cakes and table displays, quilts and amateur art show but so much of that has declined. I’m guessing the advent of blogging and online social media means the State Fair doesn’t have the prestige it used to – it’s not the only place anymore to find recognition for your crafty/baking/canning prowess. You can have a blog instead, and you don’t have to schlepp anything down for display at the fair, right?
Did you know you can get a 2-foot long corndog at the fair? Wowsa
(The picture above has nothing to do with the post but it just doesn’t feel right without something pretty to look at =)