This weekend at the Indiana State Fairgrounds is the 33rd annual International Festival. Our friend, Vandra Pentecost, told us about it last Sunday at the art center, so we decided to go. We had intended to go Friday night, but I had spent the previous two days sick in bed with some sinus bug, and I was exhausted after work on Friday. So we went yesterday.

There was a huge area set aside for various artists to come in and do live demonstrations of art from various countries. Here is Vandra working on the one for India.

And here is the one Vandra already completed for Italy. Go and check out her art on her website – she is an amazingly talented artist. In fact, I have one of her colored pencil pieces in layaway and have only three more payments to make on it. It’s something to go into my studio and when I finally get it paid for, I’ll be showing it to you. You’ll see why it is meant for my studio.

There were several dancing groups there. This one from South Africa was very good and even got the audience on their feet and taught them a few dance steps. Sorry for the blurriness of this picture, they were very active!

I don’t remember where these young ladies were from, but they were very graceful and their performance was lovely to watch.

These dancers had to be quick on their feet and it was fun to watch them.

And then there were all the countries represented – I’ll show you just a few of them. This one was Burma. The textiles in this booth were amazing and I could have stared at and studied them all day.

The gate way to China, and of course,…

…good old Confucius himself was present.

Isn’t Germany known for anything besides beer?

The entryway into the Iranian space,…

…and a close up of the interior. Lush, lovely and comfortable looking. Backgammon anyone?

Ahhh…yes! Men in kilts. To look at me, you’d guess I was mostly of Germanic descent, but let me tell you, there is plenty of Scottish blood running through my veins, and I do love me a man in a kilt. Also, over to the side of this booth was a friend of mine spinning…on a Kromski wheel. Hmmm… A Polish wheel in a Scottish setting…

I loved the Philippines booth. They put a lot of work into it and it was one of the best ones there.

This one intrigued Scott the most and we spent quite a lot of time there. With Scott’s Medieval History background, he and these guys had a lot to discuss. The chainmail they are helping this guy to put on is fully riveted and weighs 35 pounds.

Those who know me well, know I am a sucker for dolls, but I especially love dolls in ethnic costumes. There were several there that caught my attention. These dolls in the African booth were wonderful!

These from Hungary were sweet.

There were two Iranian dolls that I found stunningly beautiful. Just look at the details on this one, for example.

And this little lady almost looked like she could talk to you.

And who could turn down this wee Latvian miss with her domestic tools and her pet hedgehog? By the way, check out the woven table cloth.

This Latvian lady was a bit big to be called a doll, but I loved the simplicity of her costume and she looked so forlorn because everyone was paying so much attention to her small companion.
And the last picture.

Kids crack me up. This girl was very much into her art and, if you could see her face, you’d see her tongue stuck out to one side in concentration. And how lucky for her that her dad was willing to join her in this. I hope this is something both of them will remember for years to come.
Well, my washing machine has kicked off and I have another load of laundry to take out and hang up. It’s pretty cool outside today, but the sun is out strong and there is a good breeze blowing. I’m taking advantage of what may well be the last chance to hang my laundry out for the year. This means I have to get my dryer fixed, doesn’t it? Rats!!! Climbing into a freshly sheeted bed or putting on a shirt that has dried on the line brings back those wonderful smells of late summer and autumn with them. I’m going to miss this and can’t wait until it is warm enough to go back to hanging out my launry next spring.