To start my annual Minnesota State Fair adventure, I walked quite a ways from my car, crossing the fairgrounds and walking through some animal barns. A morning dose of interesting sheep is invigorating. There were some shorn in a poodle cut: who knew?
Once at the Creative Activities Building, I began to weave with fabric strips I brought as weft. It was going fast, and I slowed my pace, talking to all who stopped to watch. The loom side of the Weavers Guild display was not as enticing as the other side, which was packed with seven spinners wearing festive balloon hats shaped into wolves. The hats celebrated a project that Weavers Guild member Chillon Leach began with the International Wolf Center. Fiber shed by the wolves will be spun and sent back to the Wolf Center for a fund-raising event this winter. WOLF FUR. So cool.
“Do you want to come up and try it?” I asked the boy, about five. He was eager, and a good pupil. He put in a few shots and then his family was ready to move on. A few minutes later he was back at my side, looking at the loom. “I’ll bet you can do that faster than me,” he said. Oh yes, I agreed, but I’ve been doing it for a LONG time.
Madeline Philpott came for the next shift at the loom. She had already demonstrated twice before, and managed to weave a whole sets of placemats! With her chosen weft, the warp stripes march boldly.
Then it was time to explore the Creative Activities exhibits. There was some beautiful weaving, but not nearly enough rag rugs. Here is my favorite piece from the building, a felted Gustav Klimt by Mayuma Takahashi.
There is an newer category at the Fair, the Heirloom Recipe Contest, in which the entrant submits a recipe and an essay about how the food has been important, generally over generations. The display case included handwritten recipes, family Christmas cards, essays, photos of the food, and beloved dinnerware or bowls. I had to use my dress to wipe away my tears as I read the stories.
The walk back to my car was the most taxing part of the rewarding day. With record-breaking Sunday crowds, it was impossible to walk down the streets without constant jostling and touching, a little too much intimate contact. As polite Minnesotans, we muttered, “Sorry. sorry. sorry,” almost nonstop for a quarter mile. I needed a nap when I got home!