As we mentioned yesterday, Brian and I made a trip out to Homer Glen, IL (with the rest of the West clan) for the annual Homer Harvest Days. Why, you ask? Because we’re not couch potatoes, dammit! (I have to keep reminding myself.) But the real reason was to check out the band we might have at our wedding. More on that later! And somewhere between dragging myself out of bed on a rainy Saturday morning for a 1 1/2 hour drive out of the city and plopping my tired rear on the couch for an Angry Birds marathon, we had quite a bit of fun. Old school fun. Like, outside. With other people.
Set amid rolling fields of golden corn, the day’s festivities included many historic demonstrations, crafts, and some livestock. We even witnessed a live sheep shearing!
Images from Urban Outfitters’ latest catalog? Nope. Just more photos of the festival.
There was also an old-timey spinning wheel and hand-spun, hand-dyed yarns, and felting demonstrations, and tiny stones wrapped in felt being sold as “Rock Babies”! And did I mention that there was food? Glistening, battered, deep-fried, sugar-smothered fair food. The perfect (read: sleep-inducing) end to an all-together pleasing day.
