I know, I know, back in mid-June I posted what we all thought -- and some of us hoped -- was the final chapter in the seemingly unending saga of the Americana quilt I made for my step-dad. But wait, there's more! Dad decided the quilt needs to be entered in the state fair. I pointed out to him that while it's a perfectly lovely quilt, it's not quite good enough to seriously compete at the fair. Undaunted, Dad has persistently "suggested" that we enter it. When he told me he was going to enter it himself. Which, let's be completely honest, he can't do. So I gave in! lol

Dad took it to my friend's house, and my friend -- who was coming up to see me anyway -- brought up to me. It is currently sitting in a large garbage bag on my living room floor. Dad called to make sure it had arrived safe and sound, without scratches or dents. I pointed out to him that, being a quilt, it's impervious to scratches and dents. Undeterred, he wants to make sure I've filled out the entry form, can pay the $1 entry fee, etc. Every day he asks when I'm going to enter it.

It's going to be a long week till Friday afternoon.

In other, fair-related news, I'm entering three photographs, for which I have much higher hopes.