This post was first written back in September…like when it was relevant and we’d attended the fair a few days before. Then it sat as a draft for a long time and I forgot about it. But now you get to enjoy!
Seriously, someone needs to get one of those old school commercials promoting The Fair up on YouTube. I miss them.
If you follow me on Twitter, you might have seen this:
Going to State Fair. Bringing camera. Forecast: Mullets w/ an 80% chance of overalls.
If you aren’t, look what you’re missing?
Anyway, forecast was on the money. Even if it was as much of a given as standing outside somewhere in Moore, OK in early May, seeing a couch fly past, and saying, “I think it might rain.”
There were a lot of shots I missed, 1) because it was night and 2) because there were a lot of people that I didn’t want turning around and saying, “Whatchoo think yer doin’ takin’ a pitcher of me?” I’m from the country, but I’m not a survivor. The only thing that comes out in me whenever I “return to the herd” (as I said to Kevin) is my accent. None of that, taking-my-earrings-off, hair-pulling stuff that some of my folks do (and by “my folks” I just mean the people I grew up around. NOT my family. My mother and the rest of my kin that read this would want me to point that out. We’re pretty peaceful). So there’s my excuse. Go ahead and enjoy the ones I did catch–like the smoking pregnant woman.
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Oklahoma girl through-and-through. Writer, aspiring domestic goddess and totalitarian dictator. Taking on the world one carb-induced coma at a time. Founder of GodlyGals, a ministry for women established in 2002. Co-host of Picture Shows & Petticoats. 
