Hello hello hello! Can't stop it from spilling out! I"VE FINISHED MY SISTERHOOD CROCHET BLANKET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Finished it last night! Can't quite believe it myself.
I don't have photos of it to show you this minute, but I will tomorrow. And anyway, I wanted to show you the rest of the Duns Agricultural Show we went to last Saturday.
Some floral photos to show you. Such beauty. I tell you this for nothing though. There was an entry, (not any in the above photos), of roses, and those roses were definitely shop bought! They were exactly like some I bought from a supermarket last week.
None of the above flowers either.
Shop bought roses hey! Scandalous!
I'm not showing you photos of them in case some nutter sues me for libel!
Anyway Those sweet peas above were the real deal, such a great splodge of colour. I do love sweet peas. Their name, their fluorescent colours, their jollinesss.
Hugo and I go to these country shows speculating about the categories. Hugo still rants about the absurditity of the "my favourite socks" category, we saw one year. The "my favourite egg cup" section didn't seem to bother him. I found myself thinking about my granny's egg cups I have, and how I would have won this category if I'd entered. (cough, not that I'm competitive or anything, cough).
There was a good and imaginative section I liked, the "knitted edibles". You can see the knitted cake in the mosaic of photos above. The lady who knitted that cake was out to win that category, no question. Still, she did do a fabulous job, I have to give her her due.
Why is there no Miss Marple murder mystery set in one of these agricultural shows? Specifically the industrial tent, with all these displays in them? Sometimes I'm amazed not to hear screams and see blood everywhere, as one participant discovers her inferior rival has been awarded first, by the corrupt and biased judge.
Oh I do love these shows. Such a sense of community you get at them. People don't have to bother making something, and then have it be judged, but they do it all the same, which I think is admirable. Though of course, winning best cake or jam or whatever does sound pretty impressive doesn't it? The quilt in the photo above was the only quilt entered. But I reckon we'll see more of this sort of thing at these shows in the future, as crafting gets ever more popular.
Shall we move on to the poultry section?
I would loved to have taken the little white duck home with me. How adorable is he/she?
Hugo was convinced all the ducks were sitting in their cages feeling put out with being near the chickens. Do ducks consider themselves superior to chickens?
The noise in the poultry tent was quite something. Every cockerel there was determined his cock-a-doodle-doo was going to be the one to charm the ladies, and take ownership of all around him. I find the sound charming, so I was completely and utterly charmed by all the competing doodle-doos. When you're standing close to a cockerel shouting his head off, it actually sounds quite musical. Some of them had more of a musical ability than others, but I do remember very clearly thinking, "oh! That was a nice cock-a-doodle-do, I wonder who sang that one?"
Don't you just want to cheer this chap up with a big cuddle and a kiss? Call me crazy, but that's my reaction to the bulls, they always look so cuddly and a bit grumpy, which makes me want to give them a big hug.
It's the eyes, the eyes and the mouths, they're beautiful. One of the bulls couldn't keep his eyes open, even while I was photographing him. They would half open, stare at me in a glazed way, then slowly sink closed. Must have been a tiring day for him, bless the big fellow.
We get a lot of curiosity about the breed of our dogs when we go to these shows. They're Miniature Dachshunds, with wire-haired coats. Hugo is usually in charge of the doggies at these things, because I'm snapping away with my camera, so it's him who gets asked what breed our dogs are. Hugo takes a lot of delight in responding to that question with "Aberdeen Angus" (a breed of cow). When the questioner continues to look confused, he relents, and tells them what they really are.
Though Douglas, our boy dog, does look a bit like an Aberdeen Angus bull.
We spent ages watching the sheep being judged, which was fascinating, purely because it's a new experience to us. Plus we got chatting to the mother of the chap showing his Suffolk sheep, the one with the black face and legs, in the mosaic above. I don't normally warm to sheep as a general rule, I don't know if it's something to do with their eyes. But this Suffolk had suitable teddy bear qualities, and Hugo said he looked more like a dog, which is guaranteed to put him in our good books. He certainly wanted to stay cuddled up to his owner, even leaned against him, which was endearing. He didn't win unfortunately. We, who know absolutely and precisely nothing about sheep, thought he should have won.
Actually, I'm itching to show you my finished blanket, just itching! I'm going to take it along to my Wednesday night knitting group to show the ladies, see what they think. So, dear readers, thank you for joining me on this big bloggy post, and hopefully you'll join me again tomorrow, for the big blanket reveal! See you Thursday! Love Vanessa xxx