Yikes, where does the time go? My boxes of for sale items went off to PO transit already and I need to get the supplies for my jewelry making class squared away soon. In the meantime I thought I could share some pictures from my first Breyerfest. Sit down, grab a frozen lemonade (the only thing that keeps me sane in the heat of the horsepark), and enjoy!
The year? 1993.
Don’t I look excited? The airline allowance for luggage was much more generous back then. I had only discovered the hobby the year before, and I already have chosen to fly models half way across the country for the Breyerfest live show.
Just wait, it gets better!
The beginnings of years of standing in lines! Yeehaw! I have line-standing friends that I see every year and catch up on life whiling away the hours waiting to spend money with Breyer. You will notice the line is in the concourse and appears quite short to us veterans now. Back then it was all new…
The Live Show? Oh yes, my glossy black and white pinto Shetland Pony did quite well, as did my matte bay Western Prancer.
Here we are… Wait, the Covered Arena?!?! Yep, we showed on that dirt floor, all day, in the heat, and we LIKED it! The collectors classes were on the relatively level stage up front. It sounded good until someone hit my table and models took a nosedive onto the concrete. At least on the show tables they took diggers into the dirt.
What can we do in the afternoon after the show?
Why sit on the hillside by the barns and chat with Peter Stone, of course. I wish I had taken notes…
The Raffle! Yes, you see correctly. That is the bed of a pickup truck they are standing in, with a cardboard box to hold the tickets. We were still on the hillside from the last picture, sitting in the grass and enjoying the excitement.
Finally, what I had been waiting for all weekend!
The auction! Yes again, that is a flatbed trailer, and we are at the old Steeplechase Barn (if memory serves it was torn down in the World Equestrian Games makeover) on the way to the campground. No lights, so as the sun set a few people drove up and turned on their truck headlights so we could see. I had saved all year to buy a Test Run. I thought I would be priced out of the bidding, everything was going over my budget. Finally I got lucky. I was the high bidder for a baby dun Phantom Wings. Sit down before you read the winning bid. $100.
There’s more? Be still my beating heart!
My first view of the madness inside. The doors of the Holiday Inn North plastered with flyers for fabulous finds within. There followed incredibly awesome nights of wandering the halls, dazed and confused, lost and deliriously happy with meeting people I wished I had known all my life.
This will be my 20th trip to Breyerfest. My friends tell me how jealous they are – they have to go to places like Barcelona and Prague. I get to go to Lexington Kentucky in July! How great is that?