Every year, on Columbus Day weekend, Scituate holds their Art Festival. It is very similar year after year but it is tradition... and I enjoy tradition. My mother and I normally take the ride together. We park in a lot for five bucks, to avoid any frustrating 'drain circling', and head to the tents. There are bands playing and tons of food vendors set up - the smells are overpoweringly delicious. A plethora of artists line both sides of the street with their paintings, prints, glass sculptures, antiques (my favorite), wood work, clothing, jewelry... crafts of all kinds. I pretty much never buy anything - but I don't go for the purchase, I go for the sights and smells. For a split second I debated buying a wind chime with little, glass strawberries hanging from it .. but seriously.. how is that a great investment??
One of the highlights of today's experience was running into my Godparents and my friend Amy and her family. You always seem to run into SOMEONE there and I couldn't be happier that this time - it was THEM. Another thing I enjoyed was viewing the insane amount of adorable dogs... I was actually overwhelmed. I barely looked at any crafts as I was too busy eye-balling the Great Dane and the countless ankle-biters in their festive, little sweaters. I kept catching myself saying "Ohhhhh, he's just a little babyyyyy!" "Look at himmmm!!" and pointing all over the place. My mother, on the other hand, was busy calling out the thousands of should-be-winners of the cutest baby ever contest.
I couldn't seem to keep track of how many
Emo boys I saw wearing skinny jeans (thanks for the heads up on that, Chrilisha) or the countless pairs of
Uggs scuffing the ground under the young ladies. We were outnumbered.
All in all it was a fantastic day. The weather was absolutely beautiful and couldn't have been more perfect. I can check this off of my 'Fall must-do's' list until next year.
