I'm just getting around to saying it but, "Its State Fair time". I love the fair. I love the food (Rachel's must haves...corney dog, brat with plenty of sauerkraut at Mueller's...and that's it. I can take or leave the rest. I wouldn't mind an ice cold beer but I can live without it. I never try the newest fried monstrosity and I won't even try your's. I just need to go and see all the people, listen to Tex tell me what's happening next and then...the most important thing of all...take about a two hour stroll through The Creative Arts building. I know, I know! You'd rather have a liver transplant. But I just love to walk through and look at the patience, love and creativity that has gone into the amazing things displayed. After I've stood in front of the preserves and pickled okra and drooled down the front of my shirt...
I go all around the perimeter of the room and look at every quilt. Then I attack the center. Look at this little sampler I found.
It's not the most intricate piece of work I've seen but I'm pretty sure this could be my life's mantra. That just about says it. I don't get very excited about spending money and the whole idea of materialism so for someone to have sewn that into a piece cloth???...they just have to be kin.
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