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Unless you are going to Gay on purpose, I can't imagine how you would just stumble upon it - it is way out in the middle of nowhere.
Here is what the web site says about the fair: "Return to 1910 where the Farmhouse, the Cotton Gin, and the Cotton Warehouse form a unique backdrop for a great day of 21st century fun. Amidst skilled artisans and antique specialists, the Fair shares remnants of farm life in days gone by. New talent keeps the festival fresh and interesting while returning artists welcome loyal customers seeking to add to individual collections."
Honestly, other than a blacksmith (who made a tiny sword for Aidan), we did not see any remnants of life on the farm or in 1910 and the "skilled artisans" were in the minority, but we still had a great time. We arrived around 9:15, so it was still uncrowded and relatively cool. We quickly perused all of the vendor exhibits and bought the cutest pink flamingo made out of partially recycled items:
Truman is now happily ensconced between the peony and rosemary.
I purchased an adorable batik bag:
I need another bag like I need another wrinkle, but for a mere $15, I could not resist. The hippie chick from whom I bought it was very fun and we had a great conversation about not caring if the colors we wear "match".
We also heard some good bluegrass music, but the best part? The food, of course! We started the fair with delicious homemade biscuits sold by a church group. For lunch, I devoured a plate of black-eye peas, tomatoes, onions, cole slaw and cornbread; James ate a barbecue sandwich that was nowhere nearly as tasty as NC barbecue but still good, and Aidan ate a grilled hamburger. We sampled then bought some fabulous pickles sold by Mickle's Pickles and picked up a bag of James' favorite kettle corn.
It is safe to say that we had a cotton pickin' good time at the Cotton Pickin' Fair!
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