Sunday, November 14, 2010
Abra abra cadabraMarvel at my amazing prestidigitation skills as I make 2 boys disappear into thin air with a mere three words:
Christmas Craft Fair
What? No one wants to go with me? I'm SHOCKED!
And normally, I'm not a craft fair-y person, but my embroidery expert friend had her own table, so I had to go check it out in hopes of her getting some of her needle-wizardry to rub off on me - and to get out of the house and pawn off some of my ooey-gooey, buttery homemade cinnamon rolls *now featuring apples!* (for some reason, I am incapable of making less than a full pan of them and if I don't get some of them out of the house, I'll eat them all).
The craft fair was the typical craft fair - beads and bracelets, paintings you wouldn't want to hang in a motel room, stuff that smells like patchouli, expensive handmade soaps and one booth that I stopped at to check out these hippy oils but had to leave when I heard the vendor extolling the virtues of an oil she called "Floodgates" to help with "heavy menstrual flow".
Still it was a lovely way to spend an afternoon; people-watching, talking about nothing, and mercilessly mocking the weirdos walking around playing music -
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