Ward and I arrived with no particular agenda in mind. We strolled among the tents admiring the crafts and occasionally struck up a conversation with an artist. Ward in particular looked at the woodworking techniques and I admired the beading and knitting. We both hurried past the odoriferous potpourri booths and were amazed at the chainsaw carving. As the morning went on, we were distracted by our hunger and added ourselves to the long line at the barbeque concession.
After some tasty chicken and lemonade, we found ourselves rejuvenated and started to look at the crafts again. One of the first booths we found was a leather worker who specialized in handbags. He was familiar to me as I had purchased one of his small bags many years ago which I still use every day--quality stuff. I found that he had added a new size to his collection, and told Ward that is what I wanted for my birthday. And that's what we bought.
When our purchase was complete, I was tired of the arts and crafts, and they didn't appear that interesting anymore. I was done with the fair and ready to go home. Was it a coincidence that I felt that way right after our purchase? I don't know. However, maybe that purse was what I had been looking for all along. I remembered that I had seen it online a while back and thought I would like it. However, I didn't remember that until we were in the car on our way home. Or did I really remember it before? The subconscious mind works in mysterious ways.
A Day at the Fair