Baby Z, my Mom and I went to the county Fair this past Friday. It was a lot of fun, although we were all pooped afterwards. Baby Z had a great time and especially enjoyed the plants. At one point he grabbed onto some alfalfa and wouldn't let go, blatantly disobeying the signs that said "Don't pick the produce." (What a rebel!) We walked around and pointed out the cows, sheep, pigs, making the appropriate noises for Baby Z. He didn't seem too impressed with the smelly animals. However, he didn't appear to have an allergy, which is good, since his Dad is VERY allergic to farm animals.
Although the Home Arts & Crafts building is my favorite, Baby Z was not too impressed. It was time to sleep and he was not enjoying the hanging patchwork quilts or collections of Betty Boop memorabilia. After a few laps around the building, he fell asleep. I was then able to really enjoy the table-settings (my favorite). At our county fair, the judges have an acerbic wit of which they are probably quite unaware. They judge the arrangement of the table, the use of themes, the coordination of the plates and glasses with the printed menu, the placement of silverware and so on. They must jot down some notes that then get printed on the cards awarding ribbons; they must know their words will be displayed, but perhaps they feel they must keep their impartial judge persona. Here are some of the comments this year:
"Silverware is not equal distance from edge of table on both sides."
"Good use of fair theme, but too many items on table. Table is hectic."
"No bread on menu to go with bread plate."
"Table is very happy."
"Wine glass should be to the right of the water glass."
and the best this year:
"I did not find anything wrong."
Really, this is glowing praise from the austere and strict table-setting gods, er, judges! I love it!
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