Type 1 life adventures
I was staring at a pretty girl in a lovely frock wrapped in plastic. And no, I had not hired Twin Peaks for the weekend.
It was the Watts Pavilion at the Kyneton Show where I stood admiring the best dressed doll and wondering how to get myself onto the Committee that makes up the kooky categories for entry each year across a range of crafty and productive fields…or at least how I can get my hands on whatever it is they imbibe to get those creative juices flowing.
The Best Floral Arrangement with Hub Cap seemed to have been replaced this year with a bicycle theme. Alas, I was disappointed with the little figurine bikes idly placed next to a pretty posy. This simply did not demonstrate the same level of innovation or commitment as those who had rummaged around the back of their shed or stolen their neighbour’s hub cab back in 2012 to create their work of art. Similarly, I was left wanting by the overabundance of potato men. I do hope last year’s eggplant as penguin winner has not retired from the show circuit. There’s a master class career here somewhere.
Luckily there was a range of categories and super quality to keep the whole district entertained as we scoured the trestles and walls appreciating tea cosies, preserves, cakes, biscuits, baling as high street fashion, wool, photography, floral arrangements, lego constructions, wine, painting and drawing…the list goes on. Yes, roll up for everyone is a winner. But not everyone gets an award certificate. So IToI is pleased to picture here a third place getter in the shortbread category.* Congratulations Bernadette. We are all so proud. And I’m looking forward to getting better acquainted with the ancient electric oven in the new house so that I can stake a claim in 2014.
For example, on Friday night we all get a reminder of how many teenagers live in the district when they come out of their hidey holes for the show and fireworks to inhabit the streets, pash on the oval and get busted by the cops for underage drinking. Clowns!
Speaking of tradition, Claire & Dave’s backyard for Friday night fireworks is now an official event on the calendar. Last night I was watching the fireworks spectacular from their deck and today I was eye-spying their backyard and desperately hoping I would not be catapulted into it from the Hangover Ride. Luckily, I was not hungover. As it is my stomach remains suspended and churning mid-air while the upside down ponies from the oval behind the ride continue to trot before my eyes.
Yoga poses upside down are restorative but this ride has me dizzy and nauseous even four hours later. I trust that the ears of Niblings Jobe and Torah are not damaged by my ride squeals. And I commend Nephew Ned for his effort to get free rides all day by wearing last night’s pass on his wrist. Aagh, but those carnies, they don’t miss much for long. And now we shall all miss the show until next year when it comes along again.
Dear me, I’ve hardly even mentioned the animals…poultry, dogs, cows, ponies and all that agricultural stuff…much remiss of me given my lineage.