Jeff and I woke up bright and early this morning to go to Strange Folk, the super awesome outdoor indie arts and crafts fair in O’Fallon (IL). Since we missed it last year, I was super psyched about finally attending! I’d been told it was really awesome – great vendors, great food, great products, beautiful displays – and it didn’t disappoint.
The day started out cool and sunny, and everyone was in a good mood. Yes, even Jeff – because he had a MAP! (and we all know how Jeff likes maps…)
It also probably helps that we left the dogger at home; one less thing to worry about. She does a splendid job at these things, but, y’know.
There were *so many* booths at the festival, both in the pavilion and in surrounding tents.
It required a valiant effort and much dedication on my part, but I managed to visit every single one.
And yes, even some of them twice.
One thing I loved about this whole experience was how I was, for the first time in recent memory, surrounded by “my” people. The place was crawling with other creative-types, hippies, and creative-type- and hippie-sympathizers. Not exactly your usual State Fair crowd 😉 It was a joy chatting with the other attendees and admiring the beautiful handknits that so many were wearing, and being surrounded by the sellers’ talent and creativity. I came home so inspired! I want to learn how to weave! And spin! And create batik! And sew garments! I want to do it all, and I want to do it all *now* 😀
Rachel had told me that it was a bit of a mad rush for the free tote bags at 10:00, but I managed to snag one. I think the info booth ran out just a few minutes after 10, though. Maybe not a mad rush, but definitely not a leisurely stroll either 😛
(See those stacks of pink and black tote bags? I already had mine safe on-arm when I took this photo 😀
They were a really cute design, too!
But cute as the little Strange Folk gnomie is, there was something a *billion* times cuter at the festival. Something from a farm. BearKamp Farms, to be precise. Know what it was?
I loved them. Their big doe-y eyes…
Their funny fuzzy “haircuts”…
even their tiny tippytoes!
They were my buddies.
I wanted to sneak one out and take it home and have it live on the balcony, but Jeff wouldn’t let me.
Jeff is a big meanie.
But that’s not even the whole of it. Not only would he *not* let me take an alpaca, he *also* wouldn’t let me have one of these:
Tiny kittens, not yet available for adoption, brought by Tenth Life. I don’t know why they teased me so. ‘Twas cruel. ‘Twas also cruel that Jeff wouldn’t let me have one. I’m pretty much surrounded by cruelty.
I think the shy little spotted one would’ve fit perfectly into our zoo, don’t you?
After 3 1/2 hours of shopping, eating, kitten-gazing, and greyhound petting (no pictures of that, but they were beautiful animals! I wanted one of those, also. But even I must admit that adding another dog to our household is even more impractical than a kitten or an alpaca) the clouds had started looking rather ominous, so we decided to call it a day and head back to U City.
And not a moment too soon!
The skies opened up just after we left; I hope that the crafters and artisans were all able to get their goods under cover in time!
I’ve spent an hour and a half writing this post and watching Coming to America on Comedy Central, so I think it’s about time to wrap it up.
Tomorrow: the loot!