Last of the Fair Talk, I Promise

The Alaska State Fair ends on Labor Day. My 13-year-old will be going one more time with her friends on Monday to attend the Colbie Callait concert, while the rest of us stay home to enjoy the holiday. We have our favorite memories of the fair to hold us over until next year, including . . .

. . . buying a cute hat that actually fits my head. Yay for booths that sell hats! Hey, man, it's the little things in life. I need something to cover my bedhead in the morning when I drop my 8th grader off at her school. Not because I care what I look like at o'dark thirty, but evidently she does. The horror! should one of her fellow junior highers catch glimpse of my unkempt appearance. Speaking of hair . . .

. . . no more fair hair for my older girls. Now they want feather hair. I don't know how she did it, but a hair gypsy wove(?) glued(?) in a feather that's supposed to last for a couple of months.

We watched a lumberjack show . . .

. . . and oohed at the baby goats. And piglets. And tiny rabbits!

This is for my Texan bloggy friend over at Table for Nine.

Has the weather cooled yet?

I think it's fair to say that the girls had fun. Until next year . . . 

Dinner last night: tilapia fillets, green salad

Exactly one year ago:

There's Pumpkin Pie, Pumpkin Cheesecake, Pumpkin Soup, Pumpkin Bread.

There's Pumpkin Muffins, Pumpkin Juice, Roasted Pumpkin Seeds . . . 

Exactly two years ago:

Fair Hair

Exactly three years ago:

A Man and His Binoculars Are Not Soon Parted