Look who I finally met!
Mel! (If you think the photo looks suspiciously like the one in his post, it’s because his mom took the photos, one right after the other).
Since he tattled, I guess I should confess. Among other things, this fair is caffeine-free. On Friday I went out one gate looking for coffee… but it wasn’t ready (and besides it was Maxwell House), so then I had to go all the way out the other gate and beyond to find the coffee man. He has fabulous coffee, but it took nearly an hour to get out there and back. So… Since I had electricity at the booth (for a computer slide show), I brought my electric kettle and my single cup melita cone for the other two days. And my Maine Roasted Coffee. Shhh…
There were a lot of people at the fair on Saturday,
This fair makes for some great people watching. Old hippies, young hippies, “regular” folk, farmers of all sorts…
This crew has come to the fair for at least the last few years… they run a solar juice stand. And always have this bus. With spacy hip music. This year they were hula-hooping to the music (I’m sure it has some new name, the hoops are bigger-you probably have to embiggen to see the two young women near the bus with their hoops).
What I wanna know… how do white people get dreadlocks? I saw a lot of dreads at the fair, and mostly on white folk.
Finally met Mr. Johnson (aka Andrew, aka husband to Sarah, a former intern). This guy was approached last year by a casting director for the Twilight movie to play stand-in for one of the lead vampires. They hadn’t heard of the books when they were approached, and they were travelling, so he didn’t pursue it.
She says she’s not so sure how she should feel being married to a guy that looks like a vampire! Hmmm… just noticed something… What’s that in your mug there Mrs. Johnson???
Saw another blogger wandering around, and met her baby boy (actually it’s her husband who mostly posts)
Dave (?) from the Wednesday Spinners, who nearly every time I saw him was wearing this hat and making little people laugh.
At the end of the day on Sunday, after I’d packed up but before I could bring the truck onto the grounds, I wandered around and checked in on Robbi and Bill. They, and the other vendors I talked with, did really well at the fair. Rather reassuring given the economic climate and the week’s news.
As I walked back to my area, I heard a solitary drummer chanting. Since he sounded so mysterious, I thought the photo through the tent wall was kind of interesting (and that he was doing a Native American chant but was dressed rather like a redcoat),
I wondered if it was some sort of close of the day thing. Saw him later… he may have had on the red coat, but he had leather mocassins and a big bone hanging from his ear.
More to come… fair critters… fair fiber….