The Ferris Wheel is up at the fairgrounds. I drove by it this morning.
My stuff will go over this afternoon.
Sunday they open the Home Arts building to view the exhibits.
By hook or by crook, I'll be there.
I'll be so nervous Saturday while they judge. I wanted to get my nails done Saturday morning, just to relieve my anxiety, but SO pointed out we're eating crabs Saturday night and that would ruin my manicure. He is too logical sometimes. Too. Logical.
I had a minor disaster in the closet in my sewing room. I keep my clothes in there because I leave early and don't want to wake SO up by opening closet doors and turning on lights. When I moved in, the pole was only attached to one side--it had become detached from the other side before SO moved in and he never fixed it. So, in moving everything around, I managed to overload the attached side, and that came unattached yesterday morning. I heard the sound, but I had already gotten my shirt out of there and couldn't figure out where it was coming from. Didn't think to check the pole, but I found out the source of the crash this morning. I didn't tell him before I left; he doesn't have time to fix it before work, so why wake him up? I'll tell him tonight. I guess it's time to go through the clothes and start some donating.