Sitting around the last few days, I found myself wondering when I'd get confirmation of my State Fair entry that I sent in a couple of weeks ago. Well wonder no more, here it is. Sometime this weekend, I have to find time to re-block my shawl so it's looking perfect, manage a way to get my piece labeled so it's identified as belonging to me (it's lace-no way to hide a label), find a dress form for display, and take it to the fairgrounds. It's due by 4PM Sunday.
Saturday is out since the spinning posse is caravanning to the Michigan Fiber Festival to indulge in whatever it is spinners do when surrounded by fleece. Good thing Friday is payday.
Who had this hair-brained idea of entering this piece in a fair? I can't help wondering how many judges will look at it and immediately pick out flaws. I must be crazy.
I have to tell you, I've had a real eye opener just by googling dress forms and mannequins. Who knew there were such kinky people out there? There's one Detroit man who smashes windows and steals the female mannequins. He must be lonely...