Did I lose track of our heritage? Any reason I would be channeling Swedish? I ask because, gee whiz!, my Deep Into the Forest Bohus reproduction won the American Swedish Institute award at the State Fair for best example of this Swedish art. I was so tickled, especially as the competition was really outstanding. There was a lovely example of The Swan and several other sweaters and hats and mitts. The sweater also won a first place ribbon in the “Cardigan - Limited Colorwork” category. My first MN State Fair first!
On the other hand, Karen’s veil didn’t even place. Supportive friends expressed amazement, but I felt like I’d let Karen down somehow. I wonder if the judges thought I was trying to trick the system by entering it as “not otherwise specified - wearable” instead of entering it in the very competitive shawls category. But I would have blocked it differently for that category and it was meant to be a veil, so I didn’t think I was gaming the system at all.
Oh, well, maybe this is life telling me that there was an entirely satisfying amount of joy from the veil already. I have to agree, now that a day or two have passed. Would a picture of the veil without Karen under it but with a blue ribbons make me more happy than this one? Not even close.
I didn’t spend much time at the fair this year, volunteered at the MN Knitters’ Guild booth and then did a couple of hours of touring about, but I always have to catch the crop art. It is as kitsch, and as political, as can be. I love biting satire expressed in millet. My all-time favorite is “Curious George Searches for Weapons of Mass Destruction”, but this year’s “Michelle’s Precious Moments” was pretty darn good. Laura Melnick captured some of the most priceless Michelle Bachman (our local crazy congresswoman) quotes and paired them with the treacly innocence of Precious Moments sculptures. By the way, these are actual references from Michelle. You can’t make this stuff up.
I feel the pull of the fair from our house, but I don’t push my luck by trying to get Wilson to go more than once every few years. That is one of the secrets of our happy marriage, which hits 58 years (29 each) tomorrow. Once again, the universe is providing me with plenty of joy.