Whigmaleerie Day

This weekend we participated in a small town craft show - Whigmaleerie Day.

*Side note: I think I said whigmaleerie approximately 300 times this weekend. Isn't it a great word? I liked it so much that I went to a vast amount of trouble and googled it to find out what it means. According to Miriam-Webster, whigmaleerie is: "a whim, an odd or fanciful contrivance". I haven't exactly figured out how to use it in conversation yet, but I'm devoting a very large portion of my brain to the problem. Which might explain why I haven't done anything very useful today.

Soooo back to the craft show: the fall weather was gorgeous, the food was yummy, and the people-watching was highly entertaining.

Some of the highlights: a precious, hymn-singing choir of old ladies, a group of bagpipers (complete with kilts and knee socks), a shaved ice stand in the 55 degree weather, an impressive sprint/dive by Matt to save our tent from the crazy wind, and several really good 1980's mullets. 

Several times throughout the day Casey and I had to refrain from spontaneously breaking out into a loud rendition of "God Bless America". I mean, really - where else can you have a gathering with cotton candy, a swinging pirate ship ride, hymn-singing old ladies, shaved ice, bagpipers, and a craft show all rolled into one?

Unfortunately, I was too busy admiring mullets to record any of the small town awesomeness on film. I did, however, remember to take pictures of a few of the things from our booth. Comments, suggestions, opinions and orders welcome!

Large Chalkboard w/burlap bow and chalk holder 

Tall Chalkboard w/bow and chalk holder

Burlap Bow Frames - hold 4x6 photo

Double sided Block Letter Board - reverse side says "Auburn"

Large Art Board - "Birds of a feather"



Piggy Mush is a conglomeration or accumulation of unlikely things, all scrummaged together to form one agreeable mush.

For example, this blog will be quite a piggy mush because the workings of my brain are quite a piggy mush. I apologize in advance for the extreme topic swings that will inevitably occur. There are quite a few synapses in my brain that never fully connected. I blame this mostly on my brother, who caused me to climb up trees and onto roofs.... and consequently fall off of said trees and roofs. I cannot believe that I survived all the accidents of my childhood without jarring something loose in my head.

Now that we have established item #1: that my brain is not fully functioning, allow me to present item #2: the main purpose of this blog - to chronicle our Ugandan adoption adventure. And before you go jumping to the conclusion that item #1 is in any way related to item #2, I would like to assure you that I did in fact consult with my very responsible, boring logical husband on the matter. I even remembered to consult him before committing to paying thousands of dollars, doing truckloads of paperwork, having every aspect of our lives scrutinized by strangers, and flying halfway around the world to meet our child. In a baffling turn of events, he agreed. So here we are, cheerfully drowning in paperwork and looking forward to the day when we can hop a 20 hour flight to meet our child.

In the meantime I can be found in our garage, covered in paint, glue, and sawdust, making chalkboards and art boards and other fun things to help fund this adoption adventure. Matt can also be found in the garage quite frequently, rolling his eyes at my requests to use power tools and dreaming of the day when he can actually park his car inside the garage again.