Summerfest

Every June during Father's Day weekend, a wonderful thing happens in the center of Logan that makes my heart sing and cartwheel and smile. It's called Summerfest and I love it (if all that heart singing and cartwheeling and smiling didn't already tip that off). Tons of art vendors set up their canopies on the tabernacle grounds to sell their work. And people like me wander there in hopes that we might find something beautiful to purchase that falls in our cheap skate price range.

My mom and siblings came down last Friday so we could all go together. It was a ball to say the least. When we first arrived, we wandered through all the food canopies to find something for lunch. Fair food, people. It's high in calories and delicious to the taste. We decided on pulled pork and dutch oven potatoes.
Good decision.

We sat on the grass to eat our lunch and listened to the bluesy music of the local bands playing nearby. Bluegrass music is a must for these types of events. I'm not even a bluegrass fan, not really. But at Summerfest I am.

Then of course there are the treats: ice cream, cotton candy, smoothies, sno cones, candied apples, funnel cakes.
You get me?
Every year when Summerfest rolls around, I indulge in a chocolate covered frozen banana. They are divine. Someday when I get to heaven, I might just eat them all day long. Because I can do that in heaven, right? This year I also had my banana sprinkled with bits of toffee.
Good decision number two.
We hunted down a coconut for my brother. He was very adamant about having one. They filled it with some type of smoothie concoction. He let me have a taste. T'was very refreshing.

We also had a man draw our faces, which I was extremely excited about if I do say so myself. I always wondered what I would look like as a caricature. But I will say that it was a titch awkward to stare at the artist with the same smile on my face and no movement. No wonder people in really old pictures that artists had to paint never smiled. That would have been miserable. I understand now. But we gave the caricature portrait to my dad for Father's Day. He liked it so much that he said he's going to have it framed and hang it in his office at work.

At the end of the day, I came home with an incredible wind chime. This lady makes wind chimes out of old pretty china, and utensils, and such. I was in awe over a banged up watering pail with millions of spoons hanging from it. Then I was in even more awe when I looked at the $94 price tag. Instead I brought home an old pot with spoons, forks, and butter knives hanging from it. Oddly enough, eating utensils make the sweetest little ringing noise when they are gently knocked together. Music to my ears I tell you! When I showed BWell our new wind chime he thought it was a little strange. But I'm sure it will grow on him, as most my crazy ideas do. Especially once we hang it out on our patio and it makes pretty music.