What do you get when you combine a guilty pleasure in a huge crowd of other people who have the same guilty pleasure (aside from knowing your not alone and your Mother was wrong all along)?
You get Country Living Magazine’s Fair and a whole lotta happy happy pinch-me-now.
Because if you
love like magazines (all kinds) with their shiny and hopeful and clever ideas, and answer when they call ‘Cherylllll. You can do this!’ and then they come-to-life, REALLY come to life with admired artisans and glitter and food and lifestyle authors and demonstrations… you go.
To the Fair.
And, as is so often the case in my ridiculously opportune life, I found myself in need of a portapotty but found instead a tribe of crazyass ladies who celebrate their awesomeness in vintage travel trailers with cute curtains and crocheted spare tire covers and wine- lot’s of wine.
At 2- o’clock.
In the afternoon.
With their own private facilities.
My kinds gals…
My kinda Fair.