Okay, maybe not ROBBED, but I still want an explanation on why I didn't get a first.
Wait. Start at the beginning.
We drove to Columbia, rented a stroller, and checked out the state fair. This is the baby meeting some cows:
We also wheeled her up to the equestrian ring while they were doing dressage competition and she yelled "KITTY!" and waved her arms. Everyone within hearing distance burst out laughing.
We found the fiber arts building. My lace was nicely displayed, wrong-side out:
And someone hung up the Blue Shimmer. They flunk textile conservation for this year. Hanging up for a month will probably cure any questions we had about length, huh?
If you can see to the right, that's the top of a REALLY nice medieval-style dress that won a first in the sewing competition. I wish I'd gotten a better photo of it.
After much grousing and muttering (while the husbeast announced to everyone that I had knit the small-gauge blue doily, and no, it was NOT crochet, and the little old ladies looked at me in my old tee shirt, ball cap, and super-dark sunglasses suspiciously) I found the winning lace entry, in the case with all the other 'best of show' stuff.
And a closeup:
Now. I am not saying the knitter of this is not worthy of a first place (although it looks like acrylic from the way it blocked - which is to say, not terribly well - and was knit on pretty big needles, like fives/3.75mm) but if SHE won first place, I want to know why I didn't also.
I think this was what put her over the top:
A knitted-on border. They want a knitted-on border? Fine. Next year I'll do a bloody freakin' knitted-on border. On 0000's. With tatting cotton.
I am now a woman posessed. I have two more years living here to win a bloody first.
Second place, my ass.