I've probably not convinced you to compete in a fair this year. You're probably picturing the trip to the exhibitions as (1) bugs, (2) terrible food, and (3) expensive rides. And you're right.
However, I'm used to repeating myself, sending phrases like, "Get your shoes on!" into the void without any payoff. So here I go again.
The Tennessee State Fair started in 1855. 1855! For kids, that's horseshoe crab old. Getting to be part of a long tradition like that is a rare thing, and the best of the best are there doing things old-school. Last year's quilts featured one made of past fair ribbons sewn together. Bringing the heat! (And cozy!)
As for the drawbacks, this is the time to eat something terrible. Something deep-fried that's really odd. Because it's almost sweater weather. Eat something that you can tell your coworkers about the next day, and you know they'll shake their heads. Hopefully there'll be something there that's just senseless, like in Texas with the funnel cake bacon queso burger (that sounds like you started frying everything on a menu) or fried chicken noodle soup.
Bribe the kids with an after-fair treat to keep them off the rides, and show them the silky rabbits and wild-looking chickens. Mine forgot all about the rides after awhile.
And show off! My "phone images" entry is this picture of my youngest having a moment with a fish.
And this one is going into the "humor" category, when he found a friend in the Green Hills library. (Brother does take his sweet time looking at the Pokémon books.)
Maybe he thought he was camouflaged.
I'm looking forward to seeing the other photos taken by Tennesseans. Some are professional and just amazing, while others are simple landscapes and goofy-kid moments through the lens of my neighbors. It's communal and uplifting.
And competitive - never forget that. I'm pinning the bulk of my hopes to my needle arts entry, which finally puts that pareidolia to use. I used reclaimed fabric, yarn, thread, and beads from SmArt.
Pareidolia: Seeing Faces in Unusual Places
Indeed, my wooden spoon turtle went unappreciated by the judges last year, but I am undeterred! Gonna start my ribbon quilt next year.