Back at the beginning of August I was able to attend the World's Longest Yard Sale. This year was the first time that I'd been able to attend the sale, in years past something has always come up that got in the way. I should have been in the studio working but I really needed a break so I went with my friend Susan, armed with a cooler of snacks, water, and some extra TP-just in case.

On the way out of town we hit up Doughdaddy's donuts in Versailles. (Susan and I have slowly been making our way through the Kentucky Donut Trail) Sadly, since having donuts from North Lime coffee and Donuts, well, these just kind of tasted like moosh. I was so unimpressed that I---wait for it---didn't eat the donuts.  (note the plural?) WHAAA? Yep. True Story. 

After that bitter disappointment we drove to Frankfort to hit 127 with the intentions of working our way down to Danville but we didn't really make it much further! In fact, we only hit up 4 spots the entire day! Thankfully the spots we did stop at had a ton of vendors! Here's a look of some awesome and crazy things that we found: 

And the award for Thing I Should Have Bought But Put Back and Now I'm Kicking Myself goes to......these metal gas station numbers! The guy wanted $5 each but there was one number missing to complete our house number. Heath was even totally on board with this idea (whaaa?) so I was even more bummed. Since passing them up I've come to find that these can go for up to $30 each. Dangit!! Oh Why didn't I just buy them and then search for the missing digit??

What I did score were several Golden Books for Ruby, a bin of giant Duplo block (which she's played with for a whole 2 minutes and then moved on. What is with this kid and not liking toys??), a sweet vintage necklace and ring, a few vintage My Little Pony, and an old school Booby Trap board game. I definitely plan on going again next year. After all,  I have yet to find my Holy Grail of thrifting finds, a card catalog. One day it will be mine. Oh, yes. It will be mine. 

I have a confession: last year I completely dropped the ball on Father's Day and did pretty much nothing for Heath. I had originally planned on making an adorable Firefly cross stitch (from this Etsy shop) but like many other crafty projects it fell by the wayside. Even worse, for Mother's Day he had gotten me a massage package. Yes, I am totally lame. So this year I had to make sure that I wasn't lame. 

Heath is a big fan of the Ren Faire but me, not so much. This past weekend was Steam Punk Weekend so I asked if he wanted to go, he said yes, so we did. I don't know if either of us really had all that great of a time (other than checking out the cool costumes) at least until the last 20 minutes that we were there. I asked Ruby is she wanted to get her face painted. She said, "yeah!" but I could tell that she was kind of like, "I have no idea what you're talking about!" She picked out a bee from the board and I sat with her while the lady painted on her face. She sat perfectly still, I was amazed. 

When it was finished she looked in the mirror and immediately touched it and smeared it. No surprise, really. Then she looked at me and declared that I needed a bug as well. 

Then apparently ONE cheek with a bug on it wasn't good enough so she picked out the spider for her other cheek. The face painting segment of our trip alone was worth the trip up to the faire, the price of admission, and the $6 for the face painting itself. 

Lastly we picked out some little horns for her to wear. The guy selling them kept insisting on giving her pink ones when she kept asking for blue (which I then vetoed because it was too Big Blue Nation for me) and then he kept making creepy remarks about how mommy needs to wear just the horns and a smile to thank daddy. Ugh. Really? 

After a couple of hours at the faire we drove on to Louisville for a trip to the Cheesecake Factory. The last time we were here Ruby was 6 months old! That is far too long between CF visits.  It was after 5 when we arrived and Ruby had not napped at all. She was pretty good considering, but she was still a little nutty. This picture below cracks me up. That is butter that she in nomming and that was Heath's reaction to seeing her nomming butter (and wiping it on her arms). 

For dinner I had the Bang Bang Chicken and Shrimp, my favorite, and for Ruby we got mini corn dogs and fruit. Besides using her food as maracas there wasn't much else going on in the way of her actually eating it. In the end we basically paid $6 for a strawberry and an all beef hot dog. This is why 99% of the time we just make her share with us. That's like a piece of cheesecake right there! (red velvet cheesecake? don't mind if I do!)

Normally we wouldn't let her keep her feet on the table but I could tell that meltdown was getting closer and we really just wanted to get through our meal. In the end the meltdown never came and she made it all the way home without falling asleep. This meant that she'd stick her thumb in her mouth and start dozing off and we'd talk with her or mess with her so that she wouldn't fall asleep. Anything to ensure that we could put her to bed as soon as we got home and she'd sleep her usual 12 hours without waking up!