Well, the fair was fine and me and my dad were the big winners in the family. Hold your applause. It wasn’t like a giant pool of people we were thrown into, it was more like a puddle. My dad entered 3 oil paintings and all three won! One of them took first place and the other two took second. My Rangoli hat won first place in the knitted accessories department! I love that hat. However on a sad and slightly bitter note, the Swallowtail shawl lost. It didn’t even place. Apparently, hideous acrylic ponchos in unflattering hues are more appealing to the judges. But I’m not bitter. Well, a little–it was lace! for crying out loud! do we not get the time and attention LACE takes?! But I digress. . . in addition to a spiffy blue ribbon I also received a check for (hold your breath) $5!!! Yahoo! It was a fun experience and I will probably do it again next year just because I like the total subjectivity of it all (even though it is diguised as objectivity–come on, if you have an affection for granny squares because your grandma tucked you in at night with one or you have horrible flashback when it comes to 70’s orange and green and yellow and brown all blended into one project, it’s gonna effect your judgement).
I had a nice weekend with my middle son and my sister. We traipsed around Nashville and ate out at some fun restaurants and enjoyed each others company. Oh and we hugged this enormous tree because it is probably older than the state. And and. . . I saw this tree with its incredible roots! I have a thing for trees. I wanted my sister and my son to move the car out of the shot but apparently the strenth of the love they have for me is not in keeping with the strengh of their muscles. Oh well.
This little tid bit was in my Stitch N Bitch a day calender: An old superstition says that knitting one of your hairs into the garment will forever bind the recipient to you. If that is the case, I am bound to all that I knit for as is my dogs and possibly the vast members of my family. When I read it, it reminded me of a reoccuring thought I have (it’s absurd and possibly a little weird but here goes). I often think that if I lose a hair when I am out someplace that it will link me to that place after I die. Like I could come back there or something or be detected there by someone who is super sensitive. Like those deja vu moments when you feel something in a place but your not sure why. . . maybe you are picking up on someone who left a piece of themselves in that spot. I told you it was weird. Anywho. . . have a great week!