My mom sent me these pics. As it happens, she decided (without telling me) to enter the mini blanket I gave her for Christmas and the itty bitty doll that I whipped up and gave her when she was here last month in the county fair this past week. And this is how they fared.
The blanket, conversely, placed first in its category. It was a nice bit of validation that despite my insecurities, I can still do quality work.
Plus it was a fun punch of nostalgia: although I entered plenty of items in the fair when I was younger, I'm not sure adult-me had ever put my handiwork out there for critique. So it made me smile to remember the days I spent on the fairgrounds helping mom and grandma run the clothing section in the Home Arts building. (And rescuing lost balloons from the very, very high ceiling.)
It was a lovely reminder of summers gone by, and for that walk down memory lane, I am thankful.
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