Every year Matt and I go to the fair. One of our first dates was the fair and we've gone back every year since. So, maybe I'm a little too old to take home a ginormous stuffed toy and I don't really like rides (what are the safety standards at fairs anyways...) but I do love my funnel cake and the derby. Besides, it's the one romantic tradition that Matt and I adhere to every year and I kinda like that.
The fair is at a new location this year, so it's different and it takes some getting used to, but it was still fun, with good food and family and seeing way too many people I knew (OK, I feel like a b!tch but sometimes I see people I knew from highschool or the like and pretend I don't to avoid the awkward 'So, how's it going? what are you doing with your life' conversation...I'm horrible). One of our friends was in the derby too and while it didn't go so well for him, we cheered like he was a winner.
Matt took pictures of this car in the derby because it had a girl driver and that's cool. Mel B. would be proud... girl power!
A little outfit shot with a doomed car...
Slouched over-the-knee socks? Gap
Plaid button-up? Simon's in Quebec
Soooo soft faux fur vest? thrifted
P.S. thanks for all the tips and encouragement for my sequin leggings. I have thrown out the reciept and will debut them soon. Just figured that maybe the fair was not the best place...