| Steph was right, the Festival of the Little Hills was better than that St. Peters Country Picnic or whatever the heck it was supposed to be.
Funny that it's supposed to be "the sights, sounds, crafts and foods of the 1800's" though. There were some antique crafty type things, and an equal number of ancient/medieval crafty type things and thoroughly modern crafty type things made with power tools. There were Celtic folk musicians, Andean influenced New Age musicians, a guy with a Chapman Stick, a really horrible rock band, a pretty good bluegrass band, and stuff. Food was typical local churches/charities/restauraunts fare, so some of it was crummy and some was really good.
It was a hot, sunny day, and paramedics had stations set up to keep people cool and hydrated (for those who thought they didn't need to buy some $2 bottles of water). My big ol' bald head is burned bad 'cause I didn't bring a hat and didn't find one to buy until late. My feet are blistered 'cause I wore my sandal-ish shoes and no socks, and after cooling off a bit in the mister it got really bad. But I still had a good time.
I found I don't buy myself neat stuff anymore; it's all for "Mom". I had to get a goofy little purple pinwheel -- I don't really know why She likes them, but She does -- and a metal outdoor twirly thingy. (I'd post a photo but I don't want to tromp back upstairs, so use your imagination.) I narrowly escaped the wind chimes, mostly because the cool ones were hideously expensive and the cheaper ones sounded fine but looked wonky.
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