A break from the norm

There are no horses, dogs, or Paige-asters in this story at all.

This whole day started with corndogs and funnel cakes. I love carnie food, it makes me sorry, but I do love it. It was my lucky day as it is Cedarhurst Craft Fair weekend--which Barry calls the Crap Fair. It is not every day you can get carnie food when it is not fair season. I do not even mind paying a cover charge to go in and buy it, that is how strongly I feel about corndogs---which did not last long enough to have its picture taken.
It is held at the Mitchell Musuem, which is a really nice museum in our town, but also offers beautiful grounds. I have no idea how many hundreds of acres it covers, but a lot. The museum is being expanded too, and I have not been in it since it got underway.
Anyway, the grounds include a sculpture garden, and a lot of the sculptures are made of recycled products.
I have always loved this gorilla-he is made of car bumpers. There is also a huge horse, but he was moved for construction and I could not find him today. We were supposed to have our wedding pictures with the horse, but it was way too hot so that got scrapped.
This wrench looks like it is covered in feathers, but it is really shredded tires.

Cedarhurst is not your regular craft fair. It is really high end stuff, and I cannot afford anything there. Except funnel cakes. Which I am now regretting. You see everyone you have ever known there too, so that makes it fun.
I have no idea what I would do with these water things, but I think they are neat. I would probably end up with a drowned varmint in one if I had them, like I do all the water troughs at the farm.
This is my favorite vendor, and the only place I ever buy anything. The lady that makes these soaps is someone I have always known, and the stuff is so amazing. She also evidently reads my blog and was all cracked up about the pig syphillis. It was odd to run into someone who mentioned actually reading it--I felt all Pioneer Woman for a second.
This lotion she makes is the absolutely best stuff ever. I usually get Milk & Honey flavor but this time I also got Bamboo.
And some fruity soaps, a blueberry/lemonade one, a tropical fusion....and something else I do not remember. Ah cucumber chamommile. They are so creamy, I cannot wait to break them open. See I am not 100% hillbilly, I like a good soap.
These are some wierd things you stick in the yard--they are baby dragonflies, they say. I never met a baby dragonfly, I guess, so what do I know. They were pretty colors though.
At the same place as the baby dragon flies are other things made out of old metal stuff, and it just cracks me up. I like this frog, even if I do not know what you are supposed to do with him.
This is a witch on a broomstick. That appeals to me for the obvious reasons.
Barry would pick this one of course, but I tell him that we cannot have things in our yard like this because people would assume that it was just some rusty old stuff. It is pretty cool.
The nicest part of the afternoon, after the eating, was the musical entertainment. It was Confederate Railroad, and they were so good. I love a lot of their music, especially the Daddy Never was a Cadillac Man song, which reminds Barry of his dad so kind of makes me cry. That they have been around so long is amazing to me, and because it was not advertised to speak of, there were less than 100 people there. We sat right in front, and it was like we had them all to ourselves. It was a truly wonderful show.

It was a nice day.