Monday, September 26, 2011

It's Showtime!

I don't know what it is about the fall that I love more: the leaves falling like little pieces of heaven or accompanying my maker on her trips to annual fall art shows. Though I am merely less than 2 years old, and haven't experienced a whole lot, even my second romp at The Country Living Fair in Columbus, OH, was more than I could ask for. Add my dear friend Abbot and I always know I'm in for a great adventure. So much to do and see. My maker, however protective of Abbot and I, allows us a little scurrying when we are there. She worries, but we always come back to her side. We posed for this photo by the antiquated outhouse. I had to explain this concept to Abbot, who understands very little when it comes to humans, and with a wide toothy grin he understood that an outhouse was not really a house at all....not a very nice place to PLAY.
My maker brought her wares, rather her folksy dollies that look surprisingly like Abbot and I, to this show to sell under the Earth Angels Toys Tent of Delights. I liked being under a tent because it reminds me of all I've read about camping. And I reiterate "READ ABOUT CAMPING" because my maker and nature don't always get along. Ahhhhh, to go camping. I wonder if I will ever get a chance? The Earth Angels Tent of Delights was brimming with customers and laughter. No one left the tent without a smile.
Abbot and I escaped any time we could. The Tent of Delights was indeed delightful, but we longed to stretch our legs and imaginations. We stopped at the infamous pumpkin pile and tried to blend in. We sat very very still until an unsuspecting child came to pose for a photo, then we wiggled, jumped, or otherwise maneuvered our way into a photo whenever we could. I wonder if anyone noticed? However, our fun came to a halt when Abbot, finding sitting still too tedious, tried to slide down the pile only to bring a tumbling of gourds behind him. You can bet we ran from there, lickety split.
We found a booth chock full of skirts. Perfect to hide behind. I boosted Abbot up onto the hanging rack, then climbed aboard myself, clipping us onto a hanger. Being such bright and colorful monsters, we blended right in with these colorful skirts. The owner eventually found us when Abbot sneezed on a customer who was thumbing through the rack. There was a faint scream by the customer, then a scowl as she walked away. The skirt booth owner approached to see what the ruckus was all about and found Abbot and I clipped onto the hanger. I have to say it hurt after she took me down, and my ears were blue all day. We told her how much we loved her skirts and wanted to wrap ourselves in the colors. We didn't want to tell her we were hiding because of the Pumpkin Incident of 2011. She placed us on the chair and showered us with lovely skirts that reminded me of a rainbow I had once seen.
Then she took a picture with us. She told us her name was Teri and we could visit whenever we wanted. I brought my maker over there later that day and she bought 2 skirts. Now when I am lonely for Teri's handiwork I can wrap myself again in one of Teri's skirts. Rather, two.
Abbot's tummy was a-growling after a while. We didn't have any money though and couldn't bother our maker to get some. We had to rely on free samples. It didn't take me long to find the hot fudge booth. Katie's famous hot fudge was just what the doctor ordered, had there been a monster doctor present. Abbot climbed the table amidst crowd of people. He grabbed a pretzel and started dipping. One, two, three, four times per pretzel. I told him his behavior was rude, that quadruple dipping is never allowed, and he needed to share with the other people, but his frenzy took hold of him as he cradled the entire cup and then began drinking it straight. It wasn't nice of him, but, knowing my maker's love of hot fudge, I knew she'd be proud.
Having had our fill of chocolate, and wiping our mouths on some nice woman's pink skirt, we smelled a most heavenly smell coming from a booth where there were cinnamon rolls, breads, cookies, and, well, after that we didn't care. Abbot, again, the little gargling troll that he is, climbed atop the table full of cinnamon rolls and grabbed a plastic knife. He tried to pry open a package until I weaseled the knife from his hand. Abbot continued to smother the plastic package, smelling, crushing, and even licking it. I told him we simply could not buy an entire tray of cinnamon rolls, especially if we had no money. The vendors there were so kind, however, that they let us take that package, no questions asked.
We were so sorry for our poor behavior, and so grateful for their generosity, we took a photo by their billboard. The Homestead Bakery from Illinois. Hey, that's the state where I'm from!
The following weekend we were off again to The Country Folk Art Fest in St. Charles, Illinois. There Abbot and I met quite a few new artists and got to pose with them and their art. There were painters and sculptors and papier mache artists. We had a lot of fun getting to know them, and they were all very kind to us....well, most of the time. They didn't appreciate us playing hide and seek under their tables, or pulling on their tablecloths or their pants. They didn't appreciate us playing statue tag on their tables, or eating a fresh frosted brownie and then fondling their creations. We didn't make everyone angry, though.
Joanna liked us very much. She even talked to us and treated us like friends. I'd never eat a frosted brownie at her table. Abbot, well, he's eat a brownie anywhere.
She let me sit next to a beautiful star named Gretel. Gretel gave me a piece of paper with a 10 digit number written on it, but I am not sure what that means. I wonder if it's her distance in light years from the sun, or her gravitational mass times one to the power of 12? I may never know.
Mystelle did gorgeous paintings of faces and figures. She was the happiest soul at the show. I loved her radiant smile and wished I had as many teeth as her. She made me happy just looking at her.
Alan and Donna made whimsical figures out of gourds. Yes! Gourds! They were bright and shiny and most had faces as silly as Abbot's. What fun I had looking at them, and talking to them! One wouldn't think gourds have stories, but do they ever. This alien one in particular. Not only could he keep an entire stash of chocolate safe from predators like Abbot, but he spun some wild tales about his days in the Intergalactic Navy, circa 2279.
Ed was a funny man. I dare say he was almost as funny as Abbot. He made wood sculptures that looked like real humans. They were pretty amazing. Some of them had strange legs and bodies. Some had regular bodies and simple faces. And some frightened me , which I guess was his intention. His attention to detail was second to none, and I must say I longed for a pair of those wooden shoes. The fact that he couldn't get my name right, he kept calling me Smuthers, didn't alter my fondness for him. I thought of it as a term of endearment. And whether he'll admit it or not, I know he liked me too.
Until next time....or next show.