My Magic Pudding at the 2010 Easter Show. No ribbon. (Stupid evil Jean Greenhowe clowns.) His face = the mirror to my soul.
My St. Brigid jumper at the 2010 Easter Show. Shunted in the corner and strung up with fishing line. No ribbon. (Winner was horrid cream Grandpa jumper covered in bobbles.)
Hey, if you can’t win, you can at least suck down free champagne in front of naked-lady woodwork, right?
On one hand, slightly disappointed at not winning a ribbon for my knitting at the Show this year. On the other hand, annoyed at myself for feeling that way and trying to remember that the judges suck and more than half of the winners are godawful ugly.
Just completed a 5.35 km run with RunKeeper