We live in what many would consider a small town. It doesn't seem so small some days, on others when I run into someone I know every where I go, I think, sheesh....this is small town living.
One of the neat things about our town and county, is the Fair. It seems like everyone is abuzz with Fair anticipation. The week of the Fair, the questions being lofted are all Fair related...have you been, did you see, when are you going, did you get your exhibits in? There is something nostalgic about the whole Fair atmosphere.
I belong to a Needle Arts Guild, so the frenzy is on. We need to get our projects done and in on time. Then once the Fair begins, we of course want to know if we've won anything. There is almost childlike excitement, the feeling is akin to the first day of school.
Saturday, I finally was able to head to the Fair, I'd heard other Guild Members had won ribbons, and I was anxious to find out how I'd done. I was gobsmacked! I had entered six items, one third place, five first place and one best in division. I had to stop myself from skipping!