Show Time

This year show time didn't have quite the lead up of anticipation, as we had to have our main entries in some two weeks before the show (and so I may have forgotten even what I had entered by the time show time actually arrived). We also had a big day out the day before - kids at a Sports Expo at another small school nearby, and husband and I going to the Towers to do some jobs/grocery shopping and to collect the much longed for (and a long time coming) new work ute.

So when show day actually rolled around there may have been not so idle threats that tired kids (and mum) may be just staying home if jobs weren't done and fighting desisted.

But go we did, not without the obligatory photo-before-we-leave.

(don't they look happy happy joy joy little cherubs?!) the photo on the right is the closest of me you will get for the day, my jacket and shirt hanging waiting to be ironed. I was feeling the happy happy joy joy too don't worry (not).

Boyo scooped the pool in his section with his art works, taking home not only the Champion Exhibit for the Junior Art but also the aggregate for the Junior Section in the Pavilion.  Although, just quietly, it wouldn't have been hard to do, entries were rather poor.

I entered the canvas we gave Mum for Christmas. Of course it won ;-) A couple of my other portraits won or placed (that you've seen before).  I didn't put the flowers in, but there was a great selection of them and this one was just lovely (or would have been the day before when they hadn't wilted)

 

And of course side show ally and show bags and icecreams and other wallet draining exercises were undertaken. They must have caught me in a weak moment...although aunty sent big girl on a ride with little cousin that did NOT look in the least bit fun at all. I wasn't even ON the thing and I was wishing it was over. Little boys were dragged off to big slides with other bigger boys from school, and dodgems were enjoyed by all, with the assistance of other little school friends (Georgie did the pedal, Josie did the steering) Angus hung on for dear life. Big sister is a shite driver. (help me Rhonda.... dad needs to take on teaching them to drive!)

 

We stayed for the fireworks, which were much later this year (grr) and while it could have been my grumpy-ness, but they didn't seem as good as usual. Kids and I were both ready to be home by the time they were over. Poured them into bed sans jeans and boots when we got home, where self shortly followed. And of course, in true show tradition, we all have the sniffles in differing strengths afterwards, although thank GOODNESS its not the usual tummy bug!

All over til next year!