In my previous post about the fair, Little Big reader Shelby commented that she didn’t bother going to the fair anymore because drinking beer in 100-degree temperatures while listening to crappy free bands wasn’t her thing. I can’t imagine why not, Shelby! That sounds like an evening I’d gladly pay twenty bucks for.
What I personally like about the fair is this:
- It’s an excuse to eat a whole lot of fried food
- I go with people who are fun to hang out with, so we always have good times
- I really like goats, and chickens, and bunnehs
- Crazy shit, people. Crazy shit.
I have a soft spot for all the crazy shit you find at the fair. It’s a weakness. I’ve become one of those Old People Who Go To The Fair For Exhibits. In my defense it’s not everyday you see a Marilyn Mon-Lincoln or a Lego napkin holder on wheels.
I am enamored by entering things in the fair. I think it’s a dying pastime that deserves to be revived. I think communities need to focus more in the inspiration, the creative process, and the skills of the community and celebrating that effort through exhibition is something we need to revisit. I think we need a grassroots community effort to involve children through city programs and the fair.
Also? I just love seeing people enter weird shit.
I love love love children’s art. I love it unironically down in my soul. I feel that children’s art is the most perfect form of artistic expression.
And this? This is just badass…
I love that someone entered their Science Fair project in the fair, even though no one else did.
I really wanted to show this painting to my piano-loving friends Melynda and Stefanie.
Speaking of weird shit, I’d like a guard llama, please.
Until next year, crazy fair entries! Until next year.