After our usual morning of kung fu and ice skating (plus a visit to a friend's tag sale where Sis scored a lovely old portable art box and I got a little picnic basket with a divider to protect pie), we headed way north to the Icelandic Affair, a festival Mama had heard about from work. It's a small festival with a lot of interesting foods and features. We mainly went to see the furry ponies, a special Icelandic horse breed. We arrived just as they started showing off the horse's gaits. Sis was fascinated and hopped, quite literally, at the chance to ride one of them. She grabbed hold of the mane, put her boot in a stirrup, and hoisted herself up like a champ; the horse's owner was impressed and let Sis walk around the green without guiding her. Sis's face just lights up when she's near horses or almost any animal (she enjoyed meeting an Icelandic sheepdog from the RI search and rescue.)
Bud liked the food: a hot dog with Icelandic-type mayo and mustard and fried onions, trout and Icelandic butter, gravlax on rye, a special seven-thin-layer pastry called Vinarterta (with almond and cardamom flavors and some thin layers of jam and lots of butter cream), some chocolates, a thick vanilla yogurt called Smari, some caramels, and a cardamom sweet roll called something with an S. Mama liked all the food, too.
And I scored with a beautiful sweater. I had walked past the table when we arrived and saw the black and rainbow-colored hand-knit sweater out of the corner of my eye. When I went back it was still there, marked "Large Sweater Dress." And it fit me! Perfectly. Not as a dress, but as a long sweater (I have a very vague memory of a later 1980s long, multicolored sweater trend--I had several dark ones with rainbow patterns, machine knit, though.) As I paid the lady, I heard someone turn to a friend, "You snooze, you lose." I guess someone hadn't quite committed to the sweater. I loved it. And I got several compliments as I walked around. Mind you, hand knit! It took 36 hours and it's not variegated wool--those are all individual color changes! And you can't see where the knitter changed rounds. It's beautiful.
After the festival, we went to a nearby state park for a little leaf-peeping. A dramatic, cloudy sky and some near-peak foliage made it a perfect day for taking in the scenery. I love fall foliage and rock walls, of which we saw a lot. And took copious pictures, after which we stopped by one of our favorite shops, Nodine's Smokehouse, and picked up some ham, meats, and other tasty goods. It really was a glorious day, from beginning to end (actually, the real end was the kids playing a Beta-test of a new Zelda game and my baking an Apple Bourbon Bundt Cake for Applepalooza tomorrow.)