Last weekend I went to the South Country Fair. This is the first time I was able to entice my spouse to come along, under the guise of good music and a "funky atmosphere"... and the fact that I couldn't possibly load and unload all these boxes of goodies all by myself! (ha! ha!)
A friend of mine has a lovely flock of Shetland sheep that I am smitten with. So much so, that to prevent myself from buying a fleece each time I see her, I have decided it would be better for all, if I helped to sell her products, rather than continuing to purchase more! (I love fleece - but I seem to have failed in moving to the next step of actually doing anything with them).
It was my first attempt at "selling" fibre items as a vendor. I soon learned that it is difficult to extoll the virtues of a hard wearing insulated 100% woolen worksock, to half naked, sweat soaked festival goers, who are wearing saris and nose rings, and who's only practical use for a sock at that point is to disguise contraband coolers and beer! I did manage to sell 2 beautiful skiens of lace weight shetland yarn however, to a young woman. They were a gift for her partner, who was knitting her way through university. This reminded me of myself in my twenties, knitting cowichan sweaters to pay for my wedding!
Sometimes the adventure isn't just the destination, it is also the approaching and leaving that is memorable. On the way to the festival we stopped at "Roy's Place" along the main drag of Claresholm. It had arborite tables, slide in booths, and the cooks were yelling at each other in the kitchen - it must have been the heat, because I swore I heard Patsy Cline singing in the background! The Old Guy had the opened faced hamburger sandwich and I had the hamburger deluxe. The food tasted like "real food" and mine brought back a de'ja vu moment of youth, sitting at the Woolworth's lunch counter with my mom, eating the Hamburger Deluxe on my birthday. It was a tradition with us, always topped off with a chocolate icecream sundae, and a bag of jujubes for the afternoon matinee... I hate to date myself when I say "back in the old days" but ..."back in the old days - when food tasted like food, and movies were in great big theatres with heavy red velvet curtains,and you threw your empty popcorn boxes at the screen, and nibs boxes were black and yellow and decorated with camels and palm trees... and Crackerjack boxes gave "good prizes"...
But I digress...
