Last week sometime, Bev called me up and wanted to know if I had anything to enter in the Jasper County Fair. I hadn’t really thought about it. After all, I entered something about 20 years ago, hadn’t I? Wasn’t that one time enough? Apparently it wasn’t enough for Bev. When I told her I didn’t have anything good enough to show, she wheedled me with flattery saying how good I am at crochet and how I should be teaching a crochet class, and couldn’t I just look around for something to enter?
Didn’t she understand, only an ARTIST is worthy enough to
show their work? I’m not an artist, I just crochet. Most of what I crochet is
someone else’s design or someone else’s pattern. Someone else fretted, counting
every stitch she made. Someone else toiled over every pattern note she penned. Only
an artist sweats the small stuff, deserving to show their work and win the
glory. What Bev probably does not realize is I tend to give everything away. There
isn’t anything I have made lying around. But, she did apparently know my
weakness! All someone has to do is tell me they like what I made, and it’s
theirs instantly! Money is no object!! Flattery is the only payment I need to
part with an item, no matter its cost to me. I decided then I would scrounge
around for something to show at the county fair!
On Friday, Bev came to pick me up for the fair. I dashed out
the door with my purse, bottle of water, and a white plastic grocery bag. Inside
the grocery bag were two baby hats I managed to find tucked away and an almost finished
work in progress (WIP). I was just sewing on the finishing touch of my WIP when
Bev parked her car outside the fairground gate. She grabbed her plastic bag of
items, and I had so little, I carried mine in one hand.
Upon signing in, we were directed to textile ARTS, our
designated area. I proudly laid out my two baby hats and my now finished object
(FO). I looked around to the closest tables to me. I was secretly pleased to
see there weren’t many entries to compete against. I was mildly disappointed
when I found out differently. Saturday is when most entries were expected. It
was then I watched Bev, who, like a magician pulling rabbits from a hat,
extracted her work from her plastic bag. Did I say work? No, it was ART. My
eyes widened with surprise as she laid out an exquisite hand spun, hand woven
mat. The mat was followed by a beautiful crocheted wool hat, and right behind
them, a pair of tiny, meticulously hand knit mittens fit for a royal child. At
that moment I knew Bev had a much better chance than anyone of us for winning a
ribbon. No one else entered anything which could compete with her entries.
Following a weekend of curiosity, I convinced my husband to
take me back to the county fair on Monday afternoon. We entered the fairgrounds
and headed straight back to the open class building. The air was charged with
the smell of barbeque and smoke, the sounds of different farm animals calling
from their stalls, and laughing children running to and fro. Inside the
building there were organized games for children and youth while their parents
looked on. My husband and I circled around to the textiles area and searched
the display for my items. Then I saw it. There is was…my pink panther inspired
iPad cover sporting a blue ribbon! I found my baby hats and they were showing
off red ribbons. Bev’s lovely items also garnered her ribbons as well.
While neither one of us had won the purple division ribbons
which would have entitled us to go to the state fair, we both came away with
first and second prize ribbons. I’m glad Bev talked me into entering the county
fair this year. I could have lost the blue ribbon I wanted; I would have been
ok with that. Most importantly, when I left the fair grounds that Friday
evening, I left with a good friend and I found my humility patiently waiting
for me outside the gate. In the end, it was I, who had won the real prize.
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