On Friday, Abe (my husband), SarahJean (my bestie), and I attended our first Harrisburg Farm Show. Living in rural South-Central PA, one hears of these farm shows as one might hear of Fashion Week in NYC! It is once or twice a year and people come from all over...
There is even a need to dress accordingly.
But there is one main difference from Fashion Week: butter.
On the overhead sound system, if ever someone was lost, we would hear it announced like this: "Norma K, please meet your family by the butter sculpture." or "Fred J, your party is waiting for you at the butter sculpture."
We went, because we were curious. We went, because we heard the milkshakes were famous (they were pretty good). We went, but we probably won't ever go again.
We just aren't farm people. Sure I had a plaid shirt and cowgirl boots on. But I also had all my teeth! Ha ok that was mean...
We did have a good time, but mostly because we were enjoying each others company. And there were horses!
|That's one biiiiig rig!|
|Abe wouldn't wear flannel, so he wore a beer hat! lol|
|Plants in boots...|
|Neat gutter irrigation gardening display|
|Kisses through their stalls <3|
|SJ and her new BFF, he is starting to stick his tongue out!|
|Lady rider and her awesome boots!|
Don't get me wrong though, if I had a horse and a chicken and bees and a lavender field, I'd be one happy girl. It's just gotta be near a shopping mall! :P
P.S. We never did find the butter sculpture!
Skirt: unknown NYC shop
Boots: borrowed from a friend